A Picture
The sun burns
fiercely down the skies;
The sea is full
of flashing eyes;
The waves glide
shoreward serpentwise
And fawn with
foamy toungues on stark
Gray rocks,each
sharp-toothed as a shark,
And hiss in
clefts and channels dark.
Blood – purple
soon the waters grow,
As though
drowned sea-kings fought below
Forgotten fights
of long ago.
The gray owl
Dusk its wings has spread;
The sun sinks in
a blossom-bed
Of poppy –
clouds;the day is dead