Sea bursting into
Blushing cloud
As a amorous sun
Buries his head
In her ample bosom.
Pines leaning with
False and spinsterish
Disapproval,
Filling the air
With resinous sighing.
A late seabird
Sensing its opportunity
For immortality
Outlines itself
Against the fading sky.
Somewhere
A hidden moorpork
Calls plaintively
For the final curtain
Of the night.
I love the description and images in this poem, very nice.