Ice clings to frozen tentacles of barren trees.
Just beyond the melting snow which slowly drips from the icy fangs
that hang from the barns eves.
A sound is heard and a sight is seen of crystallized fragile branches giving way
to that which weighs upon their swaying limbs.
The waves lurch upon the land
as if trying to escape the monstrous clinching of the sea.
It is a spectacle to see the shoreline and feel the stinging spray
as all around your ankles the waves fill the street.
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