Port Soif, January - Bryony de Lat

The faded-green dune-grass sways, gripping the sand
in the harrowing, howling, harsh winter gales
shimmering and swirling, unfolding, unfurling
like yachts with billowing wind-filled sails.

The white sand swirls, swept up by the tide
tossed up into towers, in twirling trances
clutching the crests of the grass on the dunes
all swaying together in wild winter dances.

Bryony de Lat