(italian Collection) .... The Gale Comments

I can identify with this one, Jan. Except that it's not the sea which is in turmoil in my case but the tarpaulin on the back deck of my boat, flapping and raging like a canvas ghost, arms punching the air in every direction, keeping me awake but at the same time leaving me feeling safe and secure in my tiny craft. There's something about being snug while the wind is blowing....... I like this poem very much. Love, Fran xx

Another reflective stunner..... t x