The sea is gray and foaming at the tips, in the late November gale.
The wind tries to push me over the embankment, into the chilling,
killing waters.
Like a leaf blow about, my feelings flutter.
Cold and gray isolation. Touch deprivation.
Can one soul, separated apart, weather coming winter storm alone?
The wind turns northly
Clear, sharp, turning the air stark
Cold, dark winter falls
© RedCat
Written for tonight’s Haibun challenge over at dVerse.
The world according to RedCat 
Totally awsome! I hear a song in my head.
tha callof the sea is strongeven when its ggrey
Stay snug and warm and weather the storm!
Such somber tones and yearnings, a feeling I connect with more often as winter approaches.
I enjoyed it, well done.
I know that grey sea that foams at the tips, it visits our north coast, as do the late November gales. I felt the danger of the sea in the internal rhyme of ‘chilling, killing waters’ and, in answer to the rhetorical question, have you seen the film ‘The Lighthouse’? Your haiku is awesome.
Let us hope that collectively we weather Winter …. I enjoyed your haibun.
The stormy winter sea is so powerful and beautiful. This made me think of a gothic novel, a Wuthering Heights feel.
I so much miss the sea on the westcoast… the sea we have here will never be as wild to me.
We are on the brink of Winter so your haibun resonates strongly with me 💝 we must weather it … at any cost! :)