NaPoWriMo Day One: Hornsea Mist

[Image ID: A gloomy cloudy sky over choppy, greyish brown waves topped with white foam.] Hornsea beach.

The mist over the sea comes in hard

White fuzz, silencing the horizon

While the shoreline cracks and hammers

Wave after wave of angry

Turning tide.

The town gathers anyway

Braving the blustery spittle

High-vis high octane madness:

Carts and coats and concerts

Singing gutsy enough

To drown out the gravel tipped teeth

Of the sea.

Still the mist encroaches

Like a bubble

Closing in

Winter’s last hurrah

But we sing in Spring

Melodious, proud: warm.

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