Sunday, 29 May 2011


Crane Cliff

The wind is blowing hard
straight from the south west
nothing between its beginnings
in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean
and here on Crane cliff
above Bassett’s cove invisible beneath the rollers
as it is battered
by this wind assisted tide.
The gannets rise from their roost
hidden below on precipitous ledges
to ride the air currents
their gliding supreme
with dives surpassing any other living creature
an exquisite display
of awe inspiring natural design. 
Flowers cling,
purple, pink, yellow, blue and white
mix with last autumn's brown,
dead leaves, seed pods
a paradox between today and yesterday.
Godrevy lighthouse white
across the silver sea
behind a playground of sunshine
with obscuration by clouds.
I am a witness to the wind
where wild meets beauty
when nature meets nature.

2 comments:

Yvonne said...

I love this poem.

the cuby poet said...

Yvonne: Such a fabulous place hope I managed to convey that. Thanks for your comment.