Winter storm

Storm clouds bank blacktouch harbour wall, housescurved like a Queen’s coronetunder denim sky: I turn my headsea falls flecked with white horse crestthey snake across the bay.Dog is blown by weight of seaher ears akimbo sand chafing soft membrane& you & I lean against the worldcheeks tinged by raw sting of storm salt.Half the planet sleeps, I call onwater nymphs tree dryadreturn it all to pristine emptinessblack banked cloud, onshore swelltidal turn flicked by the moon.