Sandwood
Bay
Irresistible Atlantic storm winds
Thrust landward in a battering
rage
Devouring the tranquility like a
starving beast
Cannibalizing the soft air of
spring.
A reflection of cloud on wet sand
gale ripped light briefly captured
by earth
then dry sand swirling in a
frenzied flight
so that earth is held hostage by
air.
In the struggling blink of a grit
filled eye
sudden settling and a furtive
peace returns
the booming song of waves restarts
Just another season of squalls is
here
Sandwood Reflections
Am Buachaille
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