As a lashing, whipping wind tore at the sail of a fairly new schooner,
A tempest, larger than most men had ever seen…Approached
Armored as nature’s tango- With absolute resistance,
To the calm that had existed, just moments ago.
Seaweed and broken shells lined the jagged shoreline
Seeming to strike incidence to the disarray of
Storms quick approach;
With sapphires of lightening strikes,
Suggesting the passage of the constant unrelenting turmoil.
~by Debbie Harris