over the re-constructed sea wall,
a watery November sun
painting a silver corridor
as a lone swimmer emerges,
just in bathers, from the cold swaying sea
quite invigorated, his soul set free.
The unseen moon pulls back the tide,
breakers as white as frost
as we are pushed by the autumn gale
towards dramatic, red Langstone Rock
with holes in the limestone.
Tourists have gone yet I like it this way
but wish that the quaint Elephant Cafe
was open so I could cradle a hot drink.
The ocean retreats leaving seaweed strewn
on menacing rocks as seagulls
are forced back by the wind
as the sea roars on this melancholy day.
I pause for a while admiring the view
for wild stormy days...have their beauty too.