In the cold grey forever
Beyond the thrashing shore
Some small sliver admits
A hopeful warmth
Igniting the sky
With possibility
Beyond the thrashing shore
Some small sliver admits
A hopeful warmth
Igniting the sky
With possibility
Sheltered from
The wind
A little
Below the cloud
Upon the land
This restful haven
And I
Perturbed by
Surly wind
Stand upon
This blackened shore
Witness to
Such vicious storm
Attest to irony
As anger seeps
Drawn from me
In receding waves
While despair
My unhappy lot
Whisked from me
By driven air
To mingle with
The passing cloud
And yet…
Above the boughs
Perched on rocky cliff
Perturbed sea
Sullen clouds
Mountains from sea through sky
So when it does
I shout out
To the atmospheric mayhem
Vancouver
Gateway
To the outdoors
Adventure’s
Threshold
My city