Sea Fury

Salt spray and raucous noise
In the face 
Dogs bark to the wind 
The waves ebb and flow
Drawn back, curled low 
Churning the Old Devon Sandstone 
Sucked from under the red stained  cliffs;
Erosion in drifts;
Scars tell the story
The  coast path’s  moved 
Again.
Drawn are we to
The pebbled shore,  
The shelving beach, 
The pounding waves,
Whipped up swell;

Faces to the wind we breathe the salt
Under the spell
All is well.

Rain

When to the eye the lens is set 
It is  to anticipate
The grey- pink cloud
It’s signal known
That robin and blackbird silenced are 
The Kaleidoscope is turned again
Greens to bronzed outlines
Clouds to yellowed smoke
Then, preceded by a poignant pause
All nature held
It comes 
With force
In deliberate pulse
Beats in the rhythm of the day.

Untitled – before Sunrise

Purple Light filtered
Through curtains drawn;
A lens to the world
Clouded 
Not yet focused;
Grey shadows 
Draw bold shapes-
A landscape devoid
Of detail;
There’s a stillness 
In the wind
Fingers of breath
Held
In readiness
But it is not yet time;
Sound -taciturn-
Noticeable through absence.
Waiting for the creases 
In the sky to widen 
And the world to wake anew.



Shutting the Door on Summer

The leaves set to fall
As rain it’s drops do shower
Relentless from the sky 
Free flowing torrents
From the banks
Leaching from the fields
Streams of orange
Stain the road.

A hammering on the roof
The wind it does prevail
Whipping itself around the house. 

Lundy , Fastnet,Irish Sea
The shipping forecast read.
The storm it has arrived.
To
Saving lives at sea.

In readiness we were not-
Eeking out the last days
On borrowed time.
Shutting the door on summer.