Winter Drift

Across the way,
thickening winter fog
obscures the moored craft
in the harbor,
muting this watery, drifting place.

Skeletal trees
stand clustered on boulders
along the shore –
thrown up by
some past trauma or another.
A lazy ribbon of snow
snakes down beside them,
fading as it nears the lapping sea.

A cold rain mixes in,
gale warning up
as the coast draws in,
preparing its body for a sudden blow.

About Martin

I'm just... filling time.
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