Like time And the surety Of the ocean tides, The solar heat Fades to evening’s Chilly air, And the approaching Night’s early dusk Signifies the arrival Of autumn months, Noted by Changeable skies Of sun and rain, From blue to grey Then blue again, Shadows cast long As if leading the way.
The sea lies mill pond still Reflecting like tinted glass, The lull before The inevitable storm. In this, a coastal town, The sea will crash And hooligans dash Hurling skiffs From sea to dry land, Disturbing Moveable sands, Carrying it To winter retreats. Dredged and churned, The rattled seabed Throws up plankton and urchin On which fish will be fed.
Tomorrow the storm will subside, Another day shall pass Bringing unscheduled Hues and shades, Calm ocean To crashing waves; As daylight fades And the line where sea meets sky Becomes once again vague, Painting hazy orange to red To lilac reflections, Seeping forward From the new horizon. Giving way to the song of gulls The dying sound of windy squalls, But, now, twilight blankets all around In October tones as the dark night falls.