Storm Tides

Sirens call from agitated deeps,
ride foamy chariots along the tops
of churned, violent breakers.

Seabirds dance among tumbled moonstones.
Morning mist thins, reveals purple lupine,
an immense snowy egret.

The dogs and I add fresh tracks to patterned mud,
examine what the storm has dragged ashore,
hear the rising wind shriek.

 

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