The Wild Winter Wind Whips the Waves
This Winters day the wind is whipping up rows of
turquoise white tipped waves pounding towards
an organic seaweed ladened haystacked shore.
White froth riding on marching parallell crests.
Five sailboats bending in a synchronised angle
slowly sail left towards the sturdy wooden jetty.
The sky painted in shades of cottonwool grey
carries the winds journey on the peaking sea.
The stinging sand dust carried by the wind
forms a fine powder vapour on the shoreline.
Such is the strength velocity of natures gale
but to seek refuge from the wind-lashed tide.
The wild wind intent on the ocean fades in notts
as we walk on the path leading to the main road.
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