Storm Signs
Over beyond the headlanddark clouds knead the skywhile here still gentle windssend seagulls gliding by. The pungent tang of ozonelifts salt noses to the airold bone are being feltand there's bristling of the hair. A sudden shift of windmakes dog pant and pace aroundbirds turn their tailsinsects go to ground. As the knowing sailorsmake swiftly for their portwe too head for homebefore the storm is caught.