Weathered Beaches Hands buried in armpits, Wrapped up in a Fisherman's friend of A thick woolly sweater. A jumper on the beach, An eager...

Weathered Family Over here it's raining. And the wind is blowing A hoolie and chilling our bones. Winter wrapped in gloves And scarves,...

The Mad Wind's Night Work Evening quiet brought The darkened portent. And we slept to dreams Where we were carried high, Aloft with...