Sonnet #4 Boats at Sea

by Elizabet Stevens

How dare the wind blow from the Southwest
And bring no boats only the mist
That curls my hair
And leaves my face unkissed
How mean of the moon
To litter the sea with glitter
And be so bold
With a dustbin of gold
How cruel of the night to summon first light
Awake the children
Who jump ropes, laugh and sing
Sounds like wasps that pierce and sting
And tease my heart about what it doth know
Of hurricanes, rain and snow.