RAIN ON THE SEASHORE
Curling petals of rain lick silver tongues.
Fluffy spray is blown loosely up between thin silver lips
And slithers, tinkling in hard green ice, down the gray rocks.
An expressionless horizon stares with stone eyes.
The sea lifts its immense self heavily
And falls down in sickly might.
The emptiness is like a death of which no one shall ever know.
- Evelyn Scott