Untitled #5

Bare beaches,
fog laying heavy.
Sand-
washing away.
Lone silhouette,
colored in black,
purging sea water.

A letter lay in hand,
that's bleeding ink
from rain water.
The wind is biting,
violent.
Furious with
almost everything.

It grasps the letter,
tears it from the clutch
and throws it to
the mercy of the raging
dark waves.

Author's Note

I can't quite catch the meaning I was chasing.