1
             (Windless Summer)

Between the glass panes of the sea are pressed
Patterns of fronds, and the bronze tracks of fishes.

                            2
                      (Winter)

Foam-ropes lasso the seal-black shiny rocks,
Noosing, slipping and noosing again for ever.

                             3
                 (Windy Summer)

Over-sea going, under returning, meet
And make a wheel, a shell, to hold the sun.