Bleak, cold, but warm inside
Rain lashes my window pane,
The wind would drive a man insane
A relentless storm I observe outside,
Sea is swollen by river and tide
Torrential rain from hill and vale,
Mudslides in streams that tell the tale
The sea now sports a brownish hue,
From creek beds filled with winters dew
High tide looms on a pounding shore,
Wave washed flotsam and trees galore
Mercury is dropping like a stone ,
Temp outside would freeze the bone
Log fire roars , defying cold, as fire licks glass ,
And flames take hold
Book in hand ,a cozy chair,
Into the firelight i smile and stare.
You captured the very essence of that cold wintery storm, description of sea-storms is always exciting and this is a perfect example of contrast between being inside and out on such a night. That log fire sounds so cosy.Glad to see you back posting again Bob.