THE full-tide sea gently licks the rocks

And sparkles as if carrying silver diamonds or stars.

A wintry shower cloud drifts

Over the Somerset Hills across the channel

As the Cardiff train passes noisily by.

It’s the Saturday after Christmas,

I’m glad to be out in the cool air now,

A refreshing breeze caresses my brow

And the sun feels warm with my scarf on

As I walk around to the harbour wall

To the familiar sound of seagulls

And watch somnolent waves roll.

The few remaining boats bobble forlornly,

Cumulous clouds frame the distance,

There are no people on the pebbled shore

And this is a view I’ll always adore.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff