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.
Engulfing
sweeping through naked trees
Great crashing waves roar through the tops
thrown up the beach and withdrawn
spattering spray on to my lenses
Obscuring
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