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Cardiff Bay - 12 Sept 14

I'm glad there is no camera on my phone

Or I'd be sending you an endless steam

Of photos which, though beautiful, will mean

Nothing, when you see them at home,

For tiny pictures on a tiny screen,

Glanced at while you're doing something else,

Cannot hint at all the depth, the wealth,

The detail and the splendour I have seen

Mid-September - and the autumn leaves

Should by now be falling - yet today

I'm basking as we did at Bembridge Quay

Six weeks ago, when we all believed

It would not last; yet it seems there was no haste

For here I am, sitting in the sun

When, in other years the storms have run

Amok, turning once golden leaves to waste.

If only for today let me delight

In unexpected brightness; even as I know

That brazen autumn and the winter snow

Lurk close at hand to snatch away the light.

Brian Hick 12.9.14

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September Sunset

The tide is at its lowest and the light

On this September evening is at odds

With Katrina's tail, which aids the flight

Of wind-surfers, but leaves the sky in nods

Of gently moving clouds and deepening blue.

Mud flats lie at ease and private yachts

Stuck toy-like on their keels await their cue

To bob when tidal rushes surge in knots.

But for now, the turning of the tide,

Against the twilight, brings a sudden calm

As if the gusting evening winds had lied

And all is bluster but no deep harm.

          Here upon the terrace, my pint glass

          Is half full, as the moments gently pass.

Brian Hick September 2011

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 Strand

This must be the best time of year.

           The beach huts are all locked, the schools are back,

           A solitary walker with her dogs

Pads quietly along the water's edge.

The sky mocks at the date, its radiant blue

           Willing me to think it is July

           Rather than late September, for the sea

Is calm, almost to indolence, each wave

Hardly finding the energy to break

           And trickle over pebbles as it basks

          Soaking up the silence of the day

As it has done, since the world began.

Brian HIck autumn 2009

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September Equinox

 

We thought the walk from Stonegate might be fun

So we parked by the church and donned our boots

Before setting off behind the school en route

For Burwash, and lunch at the Rose & Crown.

 

We should have realised quite early on

That way-marks seemed to disappear with ease

And comments like the ‘left hand of the trees’

Were little help when other signs were gone.

 

The hedge-less fields, ploughed paths, no-entry signs

All chipped away at early morning calm

Until we had to accept, in some alarm,

That we had lost the route and must resign.

 

              Plump blackberries, plucked along the way

              Gave little succour to a frustrating day.

 

Brian HIck

 

 

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