Storm Tide

Churning over and over,
Changing the endless sands.
Waves crashing, its sounds roar through the air,
Sounds of thunder in the distant.
Sky darken with thick black clouds,
Winds constantly blowing.
No silence to be heard,
Only nature's fury,
Constant reminder of its forces.
White caps out past the waves,
As far as the eye can see.
A misty fog up and down the coast,
Birds flying, yet almost motionless,
As the winds stops their journey.
Snow white sea foam,
Cascading along the shoreline,
Each wave seems to come up much higher.
Water sprays the air,
With each new massive wave,
Off in the distant you know,
A mighty storm is there.


GravyDave   ©  August  1998