Storm On The Bay Poem by Barry Middleton

it matters not what I might say
when looming shadows end the day
and darkness falls upon the bay

the seabirds know a storm is near
and there is something yet to fear
that stirs the restless atmosphere

it hides in intermittent light
a beacon flashing in the night
is warning that I should take flight

and yet I know I cannot flee
surrender comes to set me free
I trust the storm may comfort me

so I gaze out as clouds now weep
their sodden teardrops on the deep
and winds postpone a welcome sleep