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Sun and wind and sea

Autumnal mists linger, where the trees

Silhouette, before the morning sun

Warms away the grey expanse to ease

Its daily resurrection.

Breakers dash each other to the shore

Spilling white foamed flecks along the strand

Where solitary walkers risk the raw

North-eastern as it reaches land.

Sun and wind and sea move as they must

Indifferent to the lives of you and me

Who, before we're rendered back to dust,

Would make some sense of what we see.

But sun and wind and sea move on

And, just as quickly, we are gone.

Brian Hick October 2012

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It was a good day

The five of us

A garden we'd

Not visited before

Autumnal warmth

A clear sky

Braised rabbit and

A fresh Rosé

A comfortable café

A Chinese bush

Flowering for the first time

In eighty years especially for us

So why is this

So difficult to write?

Brian Hick October 2012

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27 9 12

Leicester Square, newly

Chromed, awash with jets

Rainbowing Shakespeare.

Nelson breathing above

His square, open again to

Pigeons and tourists.

Nice to have London

Back to normal, now that the

Olympics have finally gone.

No one-eyed mascots

No volunteers

And not

A hint

Of pink.

Brian Hick 27.September 2012

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                    The rain

     Could not make up its mind

           One second drizzle

           The next a deluge

                    All day

                  Non-stop

            From nine o'clock

                Till after five

                     Then

The brightest, crispest, deepest

       Most radiant rainbow

          I have ever seen

      Just as You promised.

Brian Hick September 2012

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Romney Marsh

A heron skims the dyke

Flapping toward the unseen sea

Crunching stubble awakes

The grounded larks

A coin marked with Vespasian's head

Found in a field the Saxon's drained

Sheep munch softly

Without a looker

Or care for the gourmet

Who waits

Patiently

For sea-salted chops

Elder and black-berry

Thicken the lanes

Hindering our way

With purpled sweetness

Brian Hick October 2012

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after seeing Timon of Athens

Of course I am the centre of the world

And as I grow I let my family slave,

Meeting my every need, letting life unfurl,

Unconcerned by problems they might have.

Advancing years do little to persuade

My self-absorption that the world might be

Indifferent to what I have achieved

And knew would last into eternity.

But now I face the riot of mankind;

So many people, so many unknown faces,

All unconcerned for anything except

The grand design to flaunt their airs and graces.

Brian Hick September 2012

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