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North facing in November

Grey seas curl against the shore

Brown ridges falling awkwardly

On pebble bank before

They sink as quickly as they came

Driven by a Viking storm

Cutting across the Irish sea

Out of a blustered sawn.

How quickly it has changed;

Yesterday morning

Could have been Spring,

Its open sky

A zircon set

Above a placid sea,

As we stood unmoved

By the coolness

From the south.

Brian Hick November 2010

©copyright Sally Hick 30.11.22