Louring heavy skies
Threaten rain.
We must hurry home
Yet again.
Passing scurry-crabs
Seeking caves,
Fleeing to avoid
Powerful waves.
Winging back to roost,
Flurried gulls
Battle to reach cliffs
As it comes.
Harbouring, small boats
Race the storm.
Hoping to be safe
'Til the dawn
Changing fickle wind
Turns about
Then proceeds to die,
And fizzles out.!
Nature as always is so unpredictable Fay and you describe a part of it so well.10/10 Regards Dave T
A fantastic and true to life piece, love it 10++++++++++++++ regards Tom
Lovely atmospheric write Fay, typical British weather lol,10 Lynda xx
Sounds like british summer time by the sea, all those sweet memories of being rained on it's spain for me.. Andrew 10
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I would like to translate this poem
great poem I really liked it