Trezūnger, last house along the esplanade
Stares out towards Polruan Point. In the growing storm
I feel Atlantic. 
St Catherine stands
Over the harbour, laying her claim to the sea 
Under the watchful gaze of the eye of Neptune. All the while 
The trees whisper to the waves in the wind and release 
Leaves and autumnal fragrance. Clustered cottages shoal 
Whitewashed in the lee by the ford-over-the-stones-by-the-beach. 
The tide and the air pressure low as nature ***** a deep breath ready for the storm