Wild Waves ©
When winter is upon us...
Nat Hall
Sandwick, Shetland
2002
The sheer power of the anger
Washes away long summer days...
Like dogs of war unleashed terror,
Against the rock as if ablaze.
The shimmering of the water,
Only the wind tames the wild waves -
The shivering of the winter,
The Simmer Dims vanished in flames.
The buoyant green of the breaker -
In their ardour the autumn gales,
Against the cliffs they just wander...
Like echoing the song of whales.
Of your fury I see splendour -
So much turmoil amidst blue blaze;
Like cotton balls spray flies over,
The true spirit of the wild waves.
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