SEA  CHANGE

It is a bright clear day

As I look out upon the bay.

Yesterday the sea had had its say,

No one had dared to pass that way.

The white fury was magnificently spent;

Even the seagulls had been sent

Winging away to perch on a distant

Point, observing the mad enchantment.

The anchored boats were but playthings

Of the waves that went rolling and adventuring

By kind permission of their King,

Intent upon their short-lived fling.

As I look now at this same the bay

Its hard to picture the sea that way.

Old King Neptune rests himself today.

The waves are bidden not to play.