I
on the rocks tiny
white spume birds rise up in flight
and then melt away
II
waves break against rocks
spindrift snow thaws on those rough
crusty surfaces
III
crabs hide in silence
dig in against the dragging
of outgoing tides
IV
a single tree stands
bare in the wind on the dunes
the sun dies early
V
no footsteps are left
of lovers in the short-lived
laughter of sunlight
VI
pebbles move with sounds
of melting ice cubes clinking
in an empty glass
VII
before the moon comes
the sounds of small waves rush in
then quickly depart
VIII
a cormorant sits
a dark shadow on rocks where
snow flakes are falling
IX
the white frozen moon
on the sand now the warmest
colour of winter
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