AUTUMN GULLS AT BRITANNIA BEACH
Like patches of snowy ice
On the sky-blue water,
Flocks of white gulls sit,
Shining in the cold, autum morning
Of a bright and clear October day,
Gathering as the geese did,
Finding strength in their numbers,
As we must,
Before, to the south,
They go on their way;
Before, to the next world,
We go on our way.


Cy, 1999