Storm-Tossed

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The roar of the waves pounds

the dunes, feet from my door,

little two room cedar shack,

friendly old growth trunks 

out every window,

enduring under the lash

of wind and rain.

Upstairs, tucked, warm, into my bed,

I listen to the roar of the surf,

hear the March winds howl,

feel the rain pounding 

the cabin walls,

and my heart

soars.

for Susan's Mid Week Motif prompt at Poets United: Stormy Weather. I exceeded the 55 word limit by a few........I adore winter storms at the beach.

I love winter at the beach, the weather so dramatic, elemental, powerful and ever-changing. The wind would blow so hard, we walked on an angle trying to stay upright, rain sluicing off our fisherman's rubber hats and raincoats. I walked many a wild beach, exulting, through those years of winter storms.

I hope to catch a few this winter.