We woke this morning to a magical snow:
Cisco Beach cliff,
quite a bit of erosion
from all the storms this winter.
Snow covered roofs, icicle sparkle
At first glance, a crashing wave
but it's the grasses at the side of the road,
Even in the snow, a true sign of Spring:
Political yard signs,
in all the languages Nantucket speaks.
Here's hoping my son, Tobias,
gets elected this time.