Day 321 – Tuesday, March 28, 2017

High Tides

My God, the tides are high tonight,
‘Pon slivered crest of moon
Juxtapose a swirling mess,
Give cause for sense to swoon

Remnant days, she finally gives,
Her rays of light to see
And peers beneath the shrouded clouds,
To spare the likes of me

Tidal flats now deep with life,
Brought by a thickening wake
Ripples, swirls, swept in line,
This channel’s right to take

Subtle shudder sent through flesh,
We helpless, watch her power
Highest tides bring ocean prides,
There sits her Queenly tower

© Maureen (Mo) O’Brien
C U Tomorrow,
-Mo