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.