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.