Atlantic Winter Kiss
Welcome to Atlantis.
Borne on arctic winds,
the winter skies are here.
freezing flurries follow your stare.
Shadows of shifting storms surrender
to the boldness of the blue abyss.
The churning of the ocean
answering the breeze,
returning greyness, stillness
to a cyclone in the sea.
The pack ice pitches slightly,
reflecting gaze to the sky,
and, through the waking water,
the conversant sea fish glides.
Beneath the ice floes, ducking
and breaching to the air,
lobtailing the great marine –
a final folding flair.
And then, breaking the rolling mirror,
a myriad shower of droplets
dances on the frozen winds.
An Atlantic winter kiss
blesses the maritime tundra
with life.