A Grief Observed Poem by James A Tweedie

Turgid the sea as it billows and foams in the face of the tempest
Wind-lifted wave-crests explode into diamonds agleam in the sunlight
Surf-spray erupts atop surge-curled water descending in free fall
Sweeping the beach leaving smooth-glistened sand in the wake of its ebbing

Lonely I stand with my back to the shore and my face to the ocean
Turgid my soul as the tide sucks the sand out from under my bare feet
Broken I bow to the baptismal mist which embraces my sorrow
Tears wicked away by the bone-chilling blast of the winter storm's fury

Weary I rise with a whispered farewell to the one who once loved me
Grief undenied yet consoled by the pow'r of the tempest's caresses
Slowly I turn with the incessant roar of the sea now behind me
Walking the beach-path that leads to our home where my family awaits me