Trees blow like soft blonde hair in the distance

Evergreen feathers

The body resisting the bend

Every surface pushing back

futile fingers to halt a flood.


sweeping through naked trees

Great crashing waves roar through the tops

thrown up the beach and withdrawn

spattering spray on to my lenses


A disturbed heron rises

to be tossed up like tissue and over the baying poplars

And rain as thick as fog, droplets the size of sweet peas

impossible to face, I turned and felt