Winter again
whips up the wind,
I hear the lone
buoy’s drone.
Warning the
boaters to stay away,
While
calling the wildlife home.
I bought a
new heated mattress,
For nights
wrapped in icy snow …
Another year
I promised to leave,
Yet didn’t
have the heart to go.
Seasonal
dramas will renew soon,
I would hate
to miss the mystery…
Of all the
fates approaching the cliff,
Affecting
this old home’s history.
I’ll hunker
down one more season,
Continuing
the settler’s fight,
The battle
is only six months long,
Until the
return of light.
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