Storm Eleanor howled and enraged the ocean,
who threw turquoise tantrums, frothed white against the rocks and chided the still golden sands.
Strewn with broken seaweed limbs, washed by rain swollen stream,
the beauty of the violence
the majesty of darkened skies
a symphony of nature, praise.
Ciaran Burke
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