/ Barry York

On the Wintry Beach

I stand in awe on the

wintry beach,

Safe beyond shattering waves’

wild reach.

Blasts of lake wind throw

waters high.

Watery, spraying tendrils fall with

hissing sigh.

Between us tumbled waves lie in a

frozen pile,

Icy mountains shielding me from their

ally's guile.

Their only success?  Tears pulled down

reddened cheeks,

Joining other ice crystals beneath

my feet.

A cardinal bobs wildly on the

swaying tree.

Blood-spot in white beckoning for…


He of wind, wave, drops governs

cold's fate;

Messengers of love, even protectors from

death's gate.

Barry York

Barry York

Sinner by Nature - Saved by Grace. Husband of Miriam - Grateful for Privilege. Father of Six - Blessed by God. President of RPTS - Serve with Thankfulness. Author - Hitting the Marks.

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