Seasonal Adjustment Disorder

The air of this November day is warm, the cool breeze
chills, the sea swells. Surf's up – tide's high enough
for the crash of waves, low though, so the roll and drag
conundrums the beach; sea's coming in, stones are polished,
shells are broken, mountains become sand - a gang of parrots
are shelling pinecones from the tree, a flock of seagulls caw,
and a herd of speckled beach towels didn't budge an inch.