DEAR editor,

I view a man with a seagull on his hat

Feeding the birds with bread

Seagulls screeching like excited children.

There are dark clouds over Cosmeston Lakes

And the water silver instead of blue

When I was last here back in the summer.

Today only a handful of people stroll

But the serene view relaxes my soul.

On the other side of the lake

Two girls on horseback ride into the woods

As I remember when were were together here

Talking of God and admiring nature.

I walk over the boardwalk surrounded by reeds

And when I return the man with a seagull

On his hat is not present any more

But he's frozen in time minutes before.

It is a mild, dry autumn morning

The sun blessed us with a brief visit

But will not break through slate clouds again.

A squirrel leaps over a golden carpet

And white swans drift majestically.

Another band of rain is expected

But for a good our or so I will stay

On this November morning painted grey.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff