a foreign land

when I met her
she was Bermuda
with long white
beaches
of sugar sand.
fountain blue
waters, with pink
coral, and wisps
of cotton filled
clouds, but now
if she was a country
i'd say
she was a northern
land, Siberia,
or north
Korea, or perhaps
Antarctica,
or Greenland.
someplace
where the days
are short,
the nights are
cold and long, a
place where
a harsh wind
whistles constantly
in your red
ears.