“And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.”
—John Masefield, Sea-Fever
Written 18th September, 2026 submitted to Let's Minichu on Colours of Autumn Poetry Contest sponsored by Mohan Chutani
Grey-green waves are crashing; Cold south winds whip through the twisted coastal tea-trees— foam lashing. Dune grasses sigh; bare beaches cool under grey skies, sea high. Kelp drifts; tide pulling free— still. Grey-green waves are crashing; bare beaches cool under grey skies, still.
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