Terry B. Peterson
Winter In Cape Cod
Wendy stood on the catwalk of Highland Light.
Intense was her stare into the approaching night.
Now through eyelids closed to a narrow slit,
The horizon was scanned to find Harold's ship.
Enveloped in her warm wrap, to stave off the cold.
Reaching deep inside herself Wendy sighed, even moaned.
In seconds her eye focused on the lightkeeper's moored boat,
Nestled between the rough waves, just barely afloat.