Winter in August
Ripples of water
Dapple the sea
Washout of summer
And the sadness from me
Fishes are sleeping
In the wake of the sea
Seagulls are flying
Quite a distance from me
Grey clouds to the skyline
Blue clouds to the sea
Winter in August
About to winterize me
The poundy stark ocean
With its salty green spray
Singes like salt rock
In full-splayed denial of day
Sudsy black seaweed
Like webs on the shore
Ghost spiders rubbing
Ag'in the rubbled beach floor
Breakers in grey light
Riding the sea
Weary worn daylight
Down-declining in me
Grey clouds to the skyline
Blue clouds to the sea
Winter in August
About to winterize me
