The Hurricane by Charles Swain

In the west a line of silver
Seemed from darkness to emerge,
Like the gleaming sword of Azrael,
On the dim horizon’s verge:
Deep and deeper frowned the darkness,
Whiter grew that line of fear:
All that gazed knew well the omen,—
Knew the Hurricane was near!
 We had a 4.3 foot tide last night.  Still it looks like Ophelia was quite ladylike as we only found one crab pot cork on our beach combing adventure this afternoon. I have no regrets because that means people around here did not suffer a lot of damage and loss. The piers were saved because the strong wind never blew. All the piers on the beach would probably be gone if it had because the tide was just below them and the waves would have ripped the boards right off. In the back the geese(see extra) were on our pier and standing in the flooded yard. The water came all the way up under the house. There is about 5' under there. I sure hope the NW wind will blow and dry some of this water up. We have a good amount of clean up when the water recedes all the way in a few days. We started on the beach out front today picking up trash and a few boards from previous pier damage. Who raises the people who throw trash any place but in a trash can! We picked up at least 25 water bottle lids, bait cups, candy wrappers. straws, pen tops, amazon tape, many cigar filters, bits and pieces of plastic this and that...you get the idea...put it in a trash can. My rant, sorry. Please enjoy next week and be safe.