Eight-line Poems

Massachusetts Morn

Massachusetts Morn

Mist lies heavy on this dawn in the cold northeast
where the grey Atlantic sends its chilling breakers
against the piled dark rocks of its shores.
The sea fret spreads its fingers through the coast,
dimming the early light from a watery sun
and bringing the smell of seaweed and salt
to the nostrils, reminding ever of the daily debate
between land and sea in this place called New England.


Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Express It In Eight, October 22 2020
Prompt: Mist.