A Beach In Winter

Shrill seagulls cry in the cold winter air.
Glittering frost coats rocks and broken shells.
The snow that’s deep inland won’t venture here
but still the chill winter casts her cruel spell.

The sand seems grey; the sea, stormy and drab
and winter wind nips my nose like a crab
Starfishes add a little Christmas cheer
but, otherwise, the beach is bleak and drear.

I can’t wait till I spy that ship of gold;
with sunray rigging and full sails of light
bright flowers and sweet joy within its hold
then I’ll draw my cutlass smile and join its fight.