The Sea

On winters dark and stormy days When icy winds cut at your face I watch the sea with angry waves Crashing at an awful pace Deep green the restless waters pound Foam flecked upon the empty beach The seagulls screech their mournful sound High in the heavans out of reach From wind lashed waves in winter churned Springs warming fingers spread their ease And skies from grey to blue returned Reflect their colours in the seas Now oceans calm in summer heat Except in harbours ebb and flow Or in the depth where currents meet There waves are joined to form and grow. So autumns icy fingers warn of colder days returning soon And waves up from the depths are torn to pound the beach with crash and boom.