Dawn is a yellow **** stretching across the sea horizon
a skullcap of grey blue cloud overhead.
We wait for severe weather forecast to fulfil its prediction
lulled as we are in the silence and stillness of a nun at prayer,
nothing moves outside, even the birds have hunkered down.
There will be dead seals on the shore again, killed in the waves created by the ferocious unforgiving winds, food for the Blackback Gulls,
a winter bounty left in the wake of the coming storm.