Submitted by Shaun Clamp
Silver leaved trees struggled
In the sea wind which stripped the coastline of sun-kissed colour,
and blew across the sky masses of clouds.
Only metallic things shone under this grey light,
Granite boulders, copper flowers, those silver leaves
Flickering on fighting branches; the constant drone
Of the sea wind,
And the cavernous roar of swell.
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Photo Credit: Ivan Welz – Frost