The wind blows
Like a breath of fresh
Air cascading across the landing
Out across the bay

Salt tickles the nose
Hairs standing, bristling
Mixed with oceans'
Storms, before

Driftwood washes up
And down, flotsam
Jetsam from victims
Of the sea

Stories told in the wind
Howled in blood,
Driven through bodies
Written in water

Ice chunks, winter's
Harsh testing
Of man's defiance
To the toll, mother nature sings