Unbroken expanses, white under mournful January skies
The promise of sun will likely not be kept today
Toxic plumes from the ore docks, in the distance, Duluth
Encroachment to the left, wild beauty to the right.
Trees naked to winters cold, the soft blanket fallen
To their feet it brings no comfort
Dunes, once sand covered, crystal quiet solitude
Where once tawny sand blew in warmer times.
This scarf, warm and too big, a remaining relic from a year in Ireland
I would not trade its warmth against this cold
Deserted beach, stark in its winter beauty
Subdued palette, the minimal strokes of natures brush.
Superior trying to reclaim her frozen shore, crowned in arctic sculpture
Rippled sand laced in white, no beach towels, nor those brave enough to swim in Superiors chill
Lone tufts of dune grass sidling up to naked horsetails
Splashes of rare gold and olive on virgin mounds.