its the boom and bash of the Atlantic
filling and emptying the sea caves
the rush and the whoosh of the wind
through windows thrown wide
its a freshness long time waiting
in the leeside of winter
yes its Summer and all she brings
long light days into the night
a warmth of the womb to ignite
all the seeds long dormant
and the poets begin to sing of love
lovers wooing their mates
looking to reap a far off harvest.