1
 (Windless Summer)

Between the glass panes of the sea are pressed
Patterns of fronds, and the bronze tracks of fishes.

 2
 (Winter)

Foam-ropes lasso the seal-black shiny rocks,
Noosing, slipping and noosing again for ever.

 3
 (Windy Summer)

Over-sea going, under returning, meet
And make a wheel, a shell, to hold the sun.


Submitted by Stephen Fryer