Snuggle up

Couple up

Puff up

Look up

Bundle up too.

 

 The solitude is sheer-only permeated with the lull of bell buoy

rocking me and the Dumplings into the hush of The Sound.

As Brant with pale belly rested,

elusive Bufflehead caught my eye.

This, this is where we winter.

Darkness like lava flows in lowest viscosity.
Downward, downward, and draping heavily

Upon

Season’s shadow shortened and snuffed out.

Until

Creation, eruption without interruption

Flows light once again…..