CHRISTMAS Eve on Barry Harbour

A shower has thankfully ended

And menacing clouds retreat to the horizon.

The sun makes a rare appearance

Filling the full-tide sea with sparkling silver

As waves crash into Friars and Nell's Point

For the Channel is wild and restless today

But for once the sky is not painted grey

And a deep azure entrances my gaze

As a family stroll, their child

Skipping excitedly with thoughts of Christmas morn.

Wrecked boats bobble in the strong wind

The sea and breeze roar in unison.

Tomorrow clouds will return, grey as the harbour walls

But the sky is blue, I watch seagulls glide

And now it's a pleasure to be outside.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff