Nor'Easter

The waves dash themselves Against the rocks, Sending geysers of spray High over the seawall, Half drowning the cars That are creeping slowly Through the sandy lakes Forming on the road. The wind screams And pounds its fists in a Tantrum on car windows. The angry sea hisses And spits a frothy foam Onto the curling mountains of Emerald and blue-black water. A lone cormorant dips and bobs, Appears and disappears In the unaccustomed, Roiling surface of the salt Pond across the road. Beyond, the trees whip and Thrash their arms, Moaning and keening In the driving sheets of rain. Pieces of their shattered limbs Litter the roadway, and A single strand of wire Flips back and forth, Sparking red in the gloom. People park their cars Away from falling limbs And dash for leaf-strewn Porches, chairs all spun awry. They shed their dripping coats And watch the raging storm Wreak havoc, safely, from inside!