dark clouds lifting like depression
as stars seem to be scattered
on the low hills of Cardiff.
The Channel emerges into view
swirling, dangerous with a terrible tide,
the Quantock hills on the other side.
The gloom softens but the blood-red sky
is transient and morphs to grey
as people in the city sleep one off
after the rigours of the week.
The peace of the night will be shattered
yet I saw with wonder-struck eyes
the most beautiful Saturday sunrise.