Sea <br />Silvered steel. <br />Horizon bright <br />below the fitful sun. <br />Far away <br />a narrow line of land, <br />blue-grey, <br />sky-coloured, sea-coloured, <br />beyond the drifting ripples of the puckered water. <br /> <br />Cliff <br />near at hand <br />pitted, hollowed, sands against the sea. <br />Rocky claws embedded in the deep, <br />white-foam-washed, sculpted <br />by time, the winds and waves, <br />stands softened by November's hazy air, seemingly asleep.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/italian-collection-november-in-praiano/
