
Photo: southern most section of the Leeuwin – Naturaliste National Park, a typical winter’s day.
“… one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.” Sir Richard Francis Burton
In Winter
In June the southern ocean
reflects the winter sky
turning to a foreboding battle-ship grey,
an apt colour for an angry boiling sea
whose tentacles reach out along the shore
to snare the unaware beachcomber,
shooting gouts of dark water everywhere,
swallowing sand as if it were sponge cake,
spewing sea grass and cuttlefish,
and still there are those who dare to
push out into this maelstrom in a tinny
and wrestle the waves,
whereas I prefer my feet on the shore
in winter.
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