salt-spray floats for days sweet &
heavy on black night winds
all along the beach washed-up
logs will lie like us trying to sleep
this is how it always is
this time of year
December days end with storms
as heaving waves soak
the orphanage of shore till you’re certain
your head is drowning
forget your troubles
I too cannot sleep
although I’ve been through many storms
tomorrow morning
I’ll take you for a long
walk round the bluff
you’ll find your troubles disappear
as I lead you toward the lookout
to watch the golden light of New Year
warm the sleeping logs
Such vivid images add to the power of the poem…wonderful reading.
I love the sweet spray.
Brings me images of Scottish coastlines. Islay, where single malt whiskey is made from peat bogs. Except the golden light of New Year’s morning maybe …
And I love the optimistic new start ending too.
Great message of hope for tomorrow and new beginnings. Lovely poem full of vivid pictures.
Beautiful poem Graham – especially that last line.