FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

Wave watching – a lockdown moment 

A sharp wind whips up

white surf 

on wave tops that crash on

the wet 

black skin of the rocks that

lie flat 

as sun-basking seals,

And chatter through

the pebbles 

as the sucking sea draws

back into itself,

Ready to rise again,

To crash, again.

Protected from the squall, 

I sit in a sheltered cove,

My face to the setting

September sun 

And I watch, 

And listen,

And wait

Val (72) Herne Bay

September 2020