Tanybwlch morning

Beachcombing after the storm,
an unexpected sun made a brief appearance. 
For a minute a white gull feather cast a pine-tree shadow 
on the stones

And this morning...

.. honeysuckle stems,
 rescued from the hedge,
suffuse the kitchen
with the warm ,nostalgic scent
of summer past

Storm warning... at the bar

Angry grey sea
hurling furious waves
at an unheeding shore.

Sunlight on the horizon..

Today

Maybe
it was the warm sunshine
on my back,
or the scent of ferns
in the high farm hedges

but suddenly
it was as though
I would round the corner
in the lane
and you would all be there

at the beach
getting surfboards out,
changing, shrieking,
running down to the
waiting waves

or one of you
cycling back to meet me
as I arrived,
with some complaint
or other...

A dog barked
or a car passed
the curtain closed and
I was again present
here,

but those times and places
only a breath away...

Murmurings

If time has any meaning
we can grow old up here,
will the road re-echo today's laughter?
And will they one day walk this way
and think of us?

After last night's storm

The landscape is washed clean today and
the blackberries are still sweet in the hedgerow.
The steam train is hooting in the valley,
there are whitecaps on the bay out toward Ynyslas and
I THINK I can see forever

'Heroes in the seaweed'

A wild wind and westerly
and high spring-tides
have fashioned quite a different shoreline.

We stroll smiling
secretly, sorting through the debris
to unearth today's treasure