29wordsforsnow
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Winter Harbor Tritina
On Schoodic Mountain we are saturated in sky.
Rocky slopes creep by and by toward shore,
gulls soar and cry, boats bob on green and gray.
Our fingers froze that afternoon when gray
mist foretold season's end to cloud our sweeping sky
with storm. We picked our way down to the shore.
A foghorn blew, boats were returning to the shore,
clanging with bells and distant calls as rain fell gray
and changed our day, painted a pallor on the sky.
We ran laughing from sky and shore to shelter from the gray.
That's a lovely poetic painting of nature scenery. Had to read it three times, since after finding some ending/in-line rhymes (sky/by/cry; shore/soar), I started to look for more (gray/wax in the 2nd; gray/day in the 3rd). But I finally managed to see the colors, weather and landscape bits too. Well done.