The ghostly sky hangs over the bay
Purple, ominous and looming black
Seagulls screech their advance warning
Of the foreboding storm approaching.
Through the endless rush of water
Swelling, surging and wildly panoramic
The passage of time flows powerlessly.
A rainbow glares from the November sky
At one with winter's warning sounds.
Small fishing boats cradled by the pier
Rock and sway, frail and threatened
The darkened ocean has caved in
And is now under siege.
Seagulls flap their wings in rhythm
Seeking out the giant cliff's shelter
While frothing waves, great replicas
Of an eternity of lifetimes -
Roll and struggle to their destination.
Through blackened skies covering the bay
A myriad of orange light shoots momentarily
Dimming - fading and then dispersing.
Nature is trust into chaos
Thundering and spraying the pier wall.
As the winds howl and the waves lash
The fury of the night has just begun.