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
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