DEAR editor,

Bruised clouds scurry across the sky

Where seagulls are pushed backwards

And high-tide waves explode onto the esplanade

From a restless sea painted brown and grey.

There's a hardy soul and dog struggling

Against the wild wind on the pebbled beach

And in the fine pavilion cafe

People watch Poseidon's fury today.

Nobody's on the boardwalk of the pier

It's a far cry from blue-sky summer hours

But I'm outside revelling in nature's show

With the roar of the sea and whistling wind

As the violent rain slashes my face.

The Somerset Hill are shrouded in mist

But for a while I just stare with wonder

As a mammoth wave crashed like thunder.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff