DEAR editor,

On a rare sunny November day

I wander over the quaint bridge

Listening to the sound of the stream

From the tiny man-made waterfall.

A flock of starlings darken the azure sky

The moon like a ghost in the late morning

For now the autumn sun is in control

And the blue sky brings such joy to my soul

As I admire the swans on Barry Lake

The sun painting blinding silver in the water.

Beyond the stone pillars lies Cold Knap

But I am content to remain here

Watching a woman throw bread to the swans

Yet know grey clouds will return soon

But I observe the swans in the cool air

Feeling far away from stress and despair.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff