Planet Literature

Between the dunes
the wind plucks at the paling blossoms.
The waves shriek like breaking ice
under the vagabond’s burning breath.

Restless white horses
rush abruptly through the quivering light.
Majestically the face of autumn
laughs through the dishevelled skies.

Rising from the depths of the surf
a silent swan floats homeward.
And sometimes the celestial wings descend
as shadows into the longing sea.