Haverigg Haw

Silver foil sea glittering crinkled cauldron surface slowly swirling Lazy waves folding flashing Sheet molten run up close then drain away Steel sky and the arc-hung sun Smoke clouds piled on Black Combe Sandpipers, a butterfly shoal swinging swerving and a solitary bird hurtles joyously Languid gulls drink sun Windmills wave to no one Stones ground round by the silver sea will become sand, rippled strand A lone oyster-catcher musing by the water moves on to muse again Heat haze waves ripple the sea edge on the shingle scree Ocean of air and light, slow currents Sound of many waters blown across my ears Piping birds Smell of the shore A lark hung like a kite descending on its wire unwinding its breathless trill across the dune hills Lapwings hummed and clicked and whistled overhead Little birds bouncing chirping on the wind The lark reels on Violets on the great dunes and small beetles with wheel-spin in the sand Two brown rabbits crouched, watched then hopped off Pink horsetail tips like asparagus stretched upwards by a bench It seemed a long walk back through the golden gorse and the burnt gorse which the council saw fit to clear 4.01