Nature and Inspiration
I stood there like a mast
On an old Spanish galleon,
Swaying in the winter wind
Being pulled in all directions.
The intensity of the storm
Tugged at my hair, stung
My eyes and cheeks as needle
Like spray knifed into every pore.
The steel pewter clouds above
Hung carelessly, so close to the
Whitecaps they seemed to touch.
I could smell the rain even before it
Washed my face in a wet frenzy.
Nature had spun her damp web,
Squeezing me with her fierceness,
Both frightening and awe-inspiring.
Then, with a final shriek it blew
Out to sea leaving me with a
Shiver in the gloom of evening.