Wintery Whooshing Waves

I love water,everything about it, the wet, moist,sprinkling,cleansing,warm ,kind and the biting,tingling,prickly icy kind. I like that I live near a lake, but I think the grand vastness of an ocean would be even better.I love taking walks along the beach. The quality of the water, the sand, the air, the sky, the light,the fragrances constantly in flux,never repeating itself. I did not have enough time to get close enough to the waves today,so I watched from the shore the dramatic show of waves,breaking, spewing, whoorling, tossing sprays droplets of ice,sand and air.I am easily astonished by such drama,

"Covering the land..." by Paul Verlaine Translated by Norman R. Shapiro from One Hundred and One Poems by Paul Verlaine: A Bilingual Edition Copyright 1999 by The University of Chicago Covering the land— Dismal, endless plain— Blurring the terrain, Snow haze gleams like sand. Bronze the sky, with no Glimmering of light: Is the moon to grow Dim, and die tonight? In the woods, close by, Billows the fog, cloaks Gray the cloud-like oaks Floating on the sky. Bronze the sky, with no Glimmering of light: Is the moon to grow Dim, and die tonight? Scrawny wolves, and you, Wheezing ravens, when Winds blow sharp, what then? What? What can you do? Covering the land— Dismal, endless plain— Blurring the terrain, Snow haze gleams like sand.