Intermission

Shifting Shore

I shall never forget that shifting shore.
Beached boats, shoved, moored on tar,
effectively doubled as road blocks.

Tempest blast transformed the town.
Extended the beach onto the streets,
Pebble dash, seaweed strewn kerbs.

Childish delight at sudden day off,
morphed into awe at the sight of trees
bent double, as amazed I took in the scene.

Property whipped into wrecked debris
malicious wind, malignant entity, flexed
its strong biceps across England's garden.

Humbled into retreat, daily grind paused
Mortal withdrawal from wintry wrath
Streets now the property of Zepher alone.

Candle lit camp fire song evenings amuse.
Amenities lost, no screen on which to stare,
Sweet crisis reminder to us of each other