Impressions of retreat at Eastern Point

Upon this shoreline on the pound-
ing sea between
the graying grass
and mansions,

red ripples on the snow reflect
our starting sun's tour,
new on the
horizon.

Dawn daying on the dark
of shadow shines
in colors crossed
and crowded,

clear in the glaring sky
from storms former
night known
and now

no longer. Morning's moment
speaks of geese
and seagulls call
their gatherings,

and we alone as well do wander
out among to meet as might
we may
our meaning

found dimly in the fingertips
that gripped this rock
and faintly in the feet
that trod

this ground among the souls who've sought
their god.