AFTER the storms in Porthkerry Park

The skeletal fingers of trees

Reach up from the sodden earth

Where a golden path of leaves

Leads down all the way to the coast.

I pass wooden murals of local areas

But now with a sky, glorious and blue

I stand and admire the lovely view

Of the viaduct, its shadows like ghosts

Where I feel so insignificant

As I peer at the vast arches above

By the side of the miner so lonely

For the summer crowds have long since gone

No picnics on verdant grass today.

And yet I own such tranquility now

As I stroll to the Knap and then allow

All negative thoughts to blow away

Like the clouds framing the horizon

As if mountains adorned with snow.

The gusty breeze speaks of winter

How I wish she were here too

For it’s strange to be alone on the rocks

Robinson Crusoe looking out to sea

With just screeching seagulls as company.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff