(hey, BTW, by...I always make a copy of your work wherever and whenever it appears )

Well tonight, Friday, we're waiting here on the East Coast for the first really major nor'easter in quite some time to commence around midnight and continue through till late Sunday (and the system's supposed to have a lot ot T-storm activity so I may not be able to get back online till Sunday night)...never know how these storms are going to turn out until they blow up and get going, but the predictions are pretty intense....sometimes they're less than anticipated, sometimes worse. So, while sitting here in the calm before the storm, I thought I might as well go along with the flow and post a piece of mine that seems to fit the occasion:

WINTER WAVES

Roll on, roll, against frost-bitten splinters of sand,
Roll against ridges of raised grains determined to beat the tide,
Roll against bulkheads cracked with ice as they flourish the buzz
..............of the wind,
Roll on, roll, take a jetty-tip beneath your spray to drown
............in your crystalline paint,
Roll against the gales of heavy sky crying to steal your foam,
Roll against marina-ed boats used only to a shiver of glassen ripple
......................on their reach of bay,
Roll against pillars of bridges until you strip from them the crustaceons
..................that once colonied with picturesque dexterity there,
Roll on, roll, crash against the rock, the sand, the wood, the blind
........walls of sky, slake your immovable nobility!
Roll on, roll, crash against the dashed bits of debris that never claimed
....................to take defeat to your borders!
Roll on, roll, crash against the fortitude of surrender, against
........the farce of spirit that grew hauteur on your shores!
Roll on, crash, crash, crash! against the truce once offered
............as a genuflecture to the relentless stride of your soul!
Roll on, crash, crash, crash! against the fevers of your forbidden weather
............that flashed its lulls to draw whole nations
............into the security of your leisure!
Crash! Crash! Roll...roll on, roll...your energy spent on escapades
................................................................of tameness,
.........your icy rise of temper more a friend than foe,
.........roll your reminders of flooded days
.................against the soft dry timbers of our hearts...roll...

--David Hovan Check

© 1988 by David Check