Friday, 25 October 2013

Stormy woods

a quick flurry of breezy words....

The woods today
Have been transformed
To stormy seas:
The crashing roar
Of bent branches,
Swelling and surfing
With each gust of wind;
Followed by long, sighing hisses
As the inter-tidal breeze
Caresses the shingle-leaves.

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