Tenby, winter 2016, Canon, ©Sylvie G

first published in August 2015, revised in August 2017

And the waves, what waves !

and the grey seagulls,

in the dying light

of a surprising season

And the waves, what waves !

and the grey seagulls,

and the surging froth

Even the waiter got out

to see the tide

that soon would wipe

the words of love

written in the afternoon sand,

before subsiding,

exhausted