Swelling, surging, heaving, steely grey,
white-tipped waves race, chase,
press on across the bay,
crashing smash on jagged rocks,
sparks high the billowed spray.
Sunshine, breeze, and placid calm,
bright and blue, a tranquil balm,
power stilled, no thought of danger, harm,
– wiped out, erased
all signs of fierce and forceful, lashing storm.