Tiny ripples in ocean's cerulean mist,
rolling under a sky of amethyst;
The biting air permeates the night,
with an icy haze from pale moonlight.

And on the sand a bonfire's heat,
wraps 'round our bodies like a sheet;
The whispering voice of seaside bliss,
touches our lips with a gentle kiss.

While dampness rises in the air,
we huddle together without a care;
Our bright wool scarves fly in the breeze,
as a sailboat appears upon the seas.

Yet in the twilight stars' array,
the schooner seems to float away;
Perhaps our eyes have been deceived,
by winter's mystic scene perceived.

A smile caresses your windburned face,
in the salty air we both could taste;
With one last glance at February's sky,
we lovingly embrace and wave goodbye.