HIGH tide at Penarth seafront,
Waves smash with futility
Against the ice cream parlour and a little spray
Splashes over the sea walls
But although the sea is restless today
It’s a pale shadow of the great winter storms.
In the sea is a silver corridor
As the sun breaks through April clouds once more.
There’s a tanker drifting over the channel
And a sailing boat enhances the scene
On this Saturday morning in spring
Where people walk their dogs
Or just stroll leisurely together.
Snow white foam sizzles on the pebbles
Like a great iron gate the sea so grey
Retreats as it does every single day.