Chesapeake Winters

Her muddy depths are churned, Pushed violently to the surface And drowned, sucked back down To give her brackish waters that color brown. Bitter wind whips her around As winter skies reach down To greet her freezing White capped spray. She is strong and volatile, Beating the sand she meets With fists of anger, and fury, Eroding the land that binds her. She fights for tranquility As wicked wind Forces her rise And gravity bids her fall. So she is forced to behave In the fiercest of ways, While snowflakes dissolve In the depths of her waves.