#spilledi

Land breeze, land breeze! Say it isn’t so! Fall is when, a breeze is wind When old nor'easter blows

From the east in early fall To the north it goes The old nor'easter finds it path A wet and chilly blow

The ocean still retains the sun Its warmth held deep within And then he blows, Northeaster knows Is when the sight begins

The surf is white, whitewater rules The towering waves in line An old nor'easter’s blustery wind Has shaped and redefined

Breaking on the sandy beach The color marks the change The waves that rolled so eagerly Chaotic, now deranged

Watching like a sea bird Caught standing by the sea The warm and salt of a fall shore break The turmoil is all one sees

I love a fall nor'easter The hint, of a summer past The endless sounds of a churning sea That seems will always last

The eastern sky draws black with night The might waves roll on The sounds of darkness Silently Slip on into the dawn….