The Sea (Year’s End)

Send us Fan MailThe SeaAbove the rising tides, the winds that rush and fettle above the sky through theshaking hands of empty trees, the blue of dawn in ragged strips,wrinkles and shrugs, sighing mournfully for sifting through the last of autumn’s leaves,a single crow barks above the mud, the plough, along the empty ripples of loam rilled fields, as the year doth end,in blasts of storms and shrieking. [email protected]