I STROLL through mutable Alexandra Park
Where leaves chase each other like children at play
Reminding me it is September with the air
Possessing just a hint of autumn.
Then the quaint red phone box reaches my gaze
And, of course, the splendid pier.
Penarth beach after a September shower
With a few people here at this early hour
Only a jogger and the usual dogs and their owners.
I walk alone on the pebbled beach
And there’s a dazzling boulevard of silver
In the Channel where a sailing boat
Floats over the choppy water, the islands
Of Flat Holm and Steep Holm clearly visible now
And it’s a perfect time to realise
That so much beauty lies before my eyes.
Waves crash without much conviction
Against the shore and sparkling pier
Where patient fishermen cast their rods.
An old-timer stares out to sea
Perhaps recalling chapters from his life.
Sisley would love to paint the scene today
Which he did so many decades before
As a gull’s shadow drifts across the shore.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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