• Tony Frobisher

The Winter Gulls

The Winter Gulls

The shrieks of gulls Echo from the blue of frigid morning skies, Crying into the relentless winds, Driven by unwelcoming winter seas. Their mournful sounds drowned out By the bitter waves that crash And cry louder than the lofty gulls. Jealous of the sea birds. But the winter gulls can not leave, As the gales rage and hold them in place. Wing beats futile to headwind howls, Forever pinned against frigid winter skies. _____________________________ There are times when you wish to leave a place, but are unable to escape, forever held. 

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