The pearlescent sun of
Softly filtered light
Shines through the
Spume filled air
Waves toss the flurries
Into sheltered coves
Funnelling foam upwards
Like snowflakes
To the tops of cliffs
Above the noise of the sea
Nothing can be heard
As waves thunder and pound
With every ebb and flow
In mesmerising movement
The camera fails to catch
The churning of the sea
The call of the tide
The retreat of the waves
Just beauty of the scene
A moment of serenity
Amidst the storm.



