A polar vortex ripped down from Canada

And tore lace off cresting breakers

Just west of the Shinnecock Canal

 

A string of bridal vales that head toward the sea

Only last a second, but the thrill…

I stand with wind at my back and watch

 

The biggest breakers have the finest embroidery

Conditions have to be just right for spume

the direct contact of wind on wave takes some of their energy away

 

Huge heavy, cold air masses head south from Canada

Meteorologists also call them arctic clippers

The prevailing westerlies carry them to us

 

They clip right along cold and strong

Tearing off the edges of a cupped breaker

Sending it flying like confetti