Flightless birds scatter across the sand.
The peppered sky makes itself known.
Innuendos of things unplanned
as the winds cause the dunes to groan.
The many-splendored waves are crashing
to the rise and fall of turquoise tide.
Sea foam gives the shore a good lashing
as sand crabs run to the grasses to hide.
The wind carries on in a mindless fashion
carrying remnants of shells and debris.
While stormclouds shriek on by with a passion.
There's no calm now on the restless sea.
Then quick as it all began it recedes.
The wind dies down and blows away.
Back to the waters the tide now leads;
the end again of a stormy day.
for Gail's contest "Where The Wind Blows"
written May 17th,2013