Purgatory Beach


How pale and glum, how cloudy May,

The skies draped in bone China white.

The mist and waters — one today;

No sunny beach, no warm sunlight.

A lonely manifestation

Of longing for shores out of reach;

A quiet, des’prate desolation

Where cold waves crash the rocky beach.

The hope is slim for brighter days,

Suck fickle humor for late spring;

The icy seas will have their way,

You must make do with with you bring.


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