A wild edge to the westerly
Weather for crows
and screaming gulls
As I labour on, buffeted
by the turbulence
That is their joy.
Theirs is the beauty
On a day like today
When they find their place
At the top of the order
Revelling in flow
As more beautiful birds
Hide quiet in low bushes
This wind would stir
The mighty ocean
Even the amber moor
Is moving under its spell
Hushing waves
Hissing through the rushes
Like the roaring tide
On shingle.
#CoSopoetry