the trees are so patient
to withstand the coming snow*
to wait the next 6 months
til they once again can grow
the morning sun is frozen
as tho it never quite awoke
but through the frosted window
the whispering sea smoke
the roads are a mess
and all is dirty, death and gray
and i'm hoping for some magic
on a day like today
The sun - it gave its cue
And the great lake spoke
Softly with its words
the whispering sea smoke
somewhere there must be
a spell finally being broke
cuz something is fire
Beneath the sea smoke
*started this little song a few years ago in early winter when the sea smoke was abundant
