IT’S one of those still November days
The sun escapes impotent grey clouds
Allowing a transient stream of silver
To bless the Channel as seagulls screech.
A sailing boat drifts past the pier
As my gaze takes me to Flat and Steep Holm
A cool autumn breeze caressing my face
I’ll never tire of this picturesque place.
Nobody strolls on the pebbled shore
As the placid sea slowly retreats
Autumn winds staying away for now.
The little sweet shop is closed
But I drink tea at the Pavilion cafe
Admiring the view and reflecting.
An old man with stick wanders down the pier
As I watch the silver stream disappear.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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