East Wind

The east wind blows cold.
Above the grey clouds billow,
below the rippling tide rolls in,
the boats rock in their marina berths,
no sea birds call;
all have fled inshore.

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ellen Grace Olinger
    Feb 25, 2013 @ 12:30:21

    Beautiful picture in words . . .

    Reply

  2. purehaiku
    Feb 26, 2013 @ 12:14:18

    good sense of motion in this poem – and coldness!

    Reply

  3. Libby
    Feb 27, 2013 @ 10:52:37

    Thank you both 🙂

    Reply

  4. julespaige
    Feb 27, 2013 @ 13:10:26

    The wind speaks volumes…Stay safe!

    Reply

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