Thursday, April 03, 2014

30. to the wind

Back-slapping the rocks,
like some hearty reveller
finally getting the joke,
the breaker blows its top.
In a salty guffaw
its laughter punches the sky
broadcasting spray
to the wind
from whence it came.
The shingle proclaims
its applause
as it tumbles back to the sea,
silvered, with the grasping
of the wave.

As I look at the captured moment
I read other imaginations
into the scene
and see,
an elephant, ears alert
with its trunk raised
to the wind
in exultation.

In the background
wind turbines stand
like April daffodils
paying their own homage
to the wind.

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