Scattering

It isn't quiet, neither is it still
It is novel
To watch a tiny train go past
In this refuge of humanity

Past the chalets
Over the washed up shingle
Beside the beached fishing boats
Beneath the electricity pylons

All watched over by the lighthouse
& the swirling flocks of protected birds
This is a wilderness that I leave
As I cross over the narrow gauge track.

I so wish you could have been here
To share in the security of treasures lost
Memories found
To share in love by a fireside

A warm afternoon of cakes
Daylight’s custodial rearrangements





a poem from the collection Into the Present Decade - Love with Droplets of Joy available by clicking on the link