Waves pile into the cove,
wandering logs forced to the rocks,
while across the channel white caps ride
the wind driven tide in its winter high.
Gulls and sea birds lie low
as he is in his warm cabin,
the poet in him at peace
like nowhere else, close
to her storm filled beauty.
With eyes entrained to look for her
on the rise and fall of gusting wind,
at home in the cold sheets of rain,
as near as flesh will allow.