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