At Night The Ocean Grows

By Peter Halstead

               waves wash in and ricochet
               Moorish breezes sweep the fronds
               sea grape dozes on the bay
               shore clouds leap above the ponds

evening slows the storming day
and the oars of ocean race
the floating stars that bend and sway
as wind picks up the pace

               now hackles of the calm lagoon
               rise alien as the sickle
               of the rusting moon
               as morning’s lucent coral

lies whirled in the howling deep
that blows the island into sleep

April 16th, 2012

April 24th, 2012