another sea smoke winter morning

even the seagulls refuge seek

bitter is January's killing wind

for the tiny and the weak

the warmth of the holidays is over

spring is but a vague reality

summer's heat is wishful thinking

as I look across the frozen sea

then hauntingly I see your image

an outline sketched on gray

I think I hear you calling me

though I can't hear what you say

 in the mist you smile just for me

that sparks a fire quick to ignite

now I feel toasty warm all over

knowing...

everything is going to be all right