22 May

A sea-mist had rolled in across the town

Engulfing us as far as Silverhill

But by ten o'clock the grey-edged frown

Had passed and sunlight started to instil

A late sring warmth with its casual hint

Of lazy afternoons down on the beach.

Unpercieved at first, it seems to sprint

From groin to groin until its fingers reach

Up into the centre of town

Where visitors and locals, in their macs,

Slump unprepared for heat, as they frown

Or mutter it won't last, until, their backs

          Basking in the unexpected blaze

          Of summer's glory, they smile and hope it stays.

Brian Hick 22.5.11

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