I love the slate grey sea
Ruffled in the cove
By winds that buffet the shelter
And whipped into a foamy dance
In the channel between our island
And the continent.
The rains that pound the slate grey rock
And call the salmon back to
Their ancestral streams
Bring us too back to life.
For a face full of wind and rain
Is impossible to ignore -
It awakens the senses
and sends the blood pounding
Through one's veins
Like the swollen streams and rivulets
That course through the forest
Feeding every root and tendril
With a feast of autumnal nourishment
A day to give thanks
For being washed clean
And restored to life again.
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