God in the wind has been busy at the beach.
Here is the turquoise lagoon, there a pebble-jewelled sand-spit.
The wooden sea-barrier battered and breached
stands noble in acceptance of a stronger power.
The last wind from the north has blown the sand again
to the south, forming and reforming the dunes:
angular where the sand banks slip,
crescents and curves where the soft wind smoothes.