Darling dimpled sunlight stretching over
Winter Ocean
The dance of the sea beckoning the sun, the earth
Is that love?
She, the sea, painted green in reflection
Distorted offering
Draw into the water
The fragmented
Winter Ocean is beautiful and constant
Flat fields of bleak black
Sharp and protruding trees
Burned to their core striped of
Years pointing to a pale sky
From which they never received
The gift of rain, of growing
Beat down giving light to
The darkness, the embers
The sun, furious, hot
The power to give life
Is no greater than the
Power to take away
Wood brush lichen fuel as
One match a human start
And perhaps we should not
Look down the treeline for
In a field of ashes 
Grows Violet Fireweed