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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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The wings of the wind

For two long nights the wind has howled the house

 Rattling windows, drumming the kitchen roof

 Oozing through the cracks around the doors

 To chill our feet as we curl up

 With gin & tonic or repeats of Morse

And yet I'd rather be outside

 Blown away on a downland slope

 Caught for breath by the channel's surge

 Leaning against the ebb tide's force

For then my mind is scourged and cleansed

 Of all the doubts which clog and stall

 As I hear somewhere on the wind

 The wings of life beat with your call.

Brian Hick January 2012

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