November by the Sea
The cliffs, they are eroding
On old Pacific shores,
But chill November calls me
To where the ocean roars.
I hear the rolling breakers
As they approach the land.
I hearken to their thunder
Resounding on the sand.
And then I’m looking skyward
Where there’s a silver sheen—
A half-moon softly setting,
The calm and cool Selene.
The ocean seems aggressive;
The moon is rather shy—
Those mighty, rolling waters;
Selene, her silent sigh.
A contrast in demeanor
From God’s almighty hand—
The sea displays a power;
Selene exerts command.
Margaret Brinton has lived in San Diego’s inland valley area for over forty years where she taught and tutored. Her poems have recently been published in California Quarterly and Westward Quarterly and The Lyric with upcoming work in the greeting card industry.
