Attic sunset

The rain lashes against the window
and the wind is whistling around the chimneys;
yet,
on the horizon,
a defiant sun sinks into the sea
in a blaze of glory

Liminality

An unusually low tide this morning meant we were able to venture across the rocks around the end of the last stone jetty. The sea mist enshrouded everything and we were alone in an elemental  world of rock and iron, stone and water...

Sunday seaside snapshot

... was on the beach this misty morning
when the sun burnt through,
the sea and sky turned bluest blue
and suddenly...
the storm-battered diner
was alive with the scents of tea and coffee,
the bikers roared into town
with the noise and bustle
of summer,
and the seafront smiled
its broadest welcome..

we drifted back beyond the bar
where the scruffy tide smiles its secret smiles for me

Penpynfarch

White liminality of walls
becoming the blue waves of breath

Advance and retreat
Give and receive
Coil and uncoil like
liquid honey
on the yellow sunshine floor

A Shrine

'Malus Sylvestris' - an endangered species -  grows from the hedge up the hill from my house. I know this because it has a hand-painted plaque, asking me to respect it. And little candles. And ribbons. And white stones... Croeso i Gymru!