Winter – your face, of ice and snow
the blowing cold, of sailing northward on
lost in a flailing storm
of thundering, blackness
bleak sea of the nearly drowned
wicked, the splitting williwaw groan
the haunting of the howl and moan
poetry & things
Winter – your face, of ice and snow
the blowing cold, of sailing northward on
lost in a flailing storm
of thundering, blackness
bleak sea of the nearly drowned
wicked, the splitting williwaw groan
the haunting of the howl and moan