Beckoning, calling, whispering, urging you to wade in its
cold beauty, calming your nerves, healing your wounds,
dampening your skin, filling your lungs with a cold fog
that tastes of tears, pulling you in, wrapping you in a
dark icy blue that drags you under, weighing you down,
taking your breath and softly tumbling you like the
foggy sea glass that everyone always searches for,
waiting to be found and waiting to find yourself.
A Poem by Hadley Perron
Editor’s note: Hadley Perron, age 13, is a Mattapoisett resident and an eighth grader at
St. Joseph’s School in Fairhaven. She is a budding author and has written multiple poems.