Poems (Van Vorst)/Winter
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.