Winter
Sand and sea, and white gull’s fluttering feather
Down upon the beach, the salt pool’s fee.
Birds have left to storm and the wind’s tether
Sand and Sea.
Warm and bright those southern ports may be,
Here, the ribald winter rules the weather
Crying in the bending, tossing tree:
We are two—sweetheart—and care not whether
Summer reign, or Winter—so that we
Live and love, as close as kiss together
Sand and Sea.