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Here the winter winds come off the sea. A raw rain waters well the redwood trees, Pirouetting through the canopy, Pines that have gripped the ground for centuries Yielding wisely to the bitter breeze. Here the wind that drives the nurturing mist Over beaches onto wooded hills, Letting it linger long, by sunlight kissed, In sudden bursts of passion also kills, Dealing giants blows that bring some down, As life and death are one gift from one giver, Yielding ecstasy from root to crown, Sheer joy that only sea winds can deliver. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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