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A Poem
Stretching across the field of your vision
Quivering and trembling as the breeze requests
Rising and falling is the moons decision
Timeless and powerful, the sea has no rest
With summer it sparkles, clear crystal water
The sun lingers long in the warm summer night
Finally departing long after it ought to
Leaving shimmering fire as the last of its light.
Leaden grey skies herald the onset of winter
Dull, cool water, the waves look like slate
The surf is insistent, it no longer whispers
Swells are now building, waves cannot wait
White tops are forming, surf rises tall
Whilst heavier rollers prepare out of reach
To batter and thunder the shore without warning
Spilling and boiling their rage on the beach.
A hint of warm weather between the storms?
Is winter over and spring on the way?
The swells are subsiding and chaos is resting
The sea is subdued in Ballyhogh bay.
Colin Wheeler-James |
