Atop the sea cliffs I tread the uneven foot beaten wind worn path I turn and look back look down along the line of this eastern shore across the arc of the bay towards the cliff-clinging terracotta cottages carved from the rock of the wave beaten coast I watch the writhing waves pound the seawall rocks insistently biting into the land’s defences high casting their salty spume into the sky’s blue blanket
and all the time beside me at the path’s edge the rustle of waving barley their sighing hush competing with the sea swell to bring the landscape into one waving vision the smooth surface tension of the early summer scene contesting the still silence of the placid inland rolling moors delighting both eye and mind and bringing contentment to a world of both beauty and sorrow
Runswick Bay is a small coastal village, set in a sweeping, sheltered bay on the North Sea Coast of Yorkshire. It borders on the North Yorkshire Moors National Park and the Cleveland Way National Trail runs on the coastline above the village.
With bared feet and sadness in my soul I walk in the shallows the waves rippling to my bare feet I follow the ribs of the sand to their end in the swell of the next wave and by their disappearance I recognise the promise of their continuation for the world is in flux a life beginning as another ends memory fading at first soon settles into expectation an affirmation as the embers of all that cease to be are carried forward in the seeds of a future hope
‘Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.‘ King James Bible . . . Matthew 6:34. ‘Sermon on the Mount’
Yes … Tomorrow is another day One more locked-down day to bear While for me the world outside attempts to hide from view Yet I know that Somewhere The sun shines, while elsewhere snow’s warmth blankets the tumbling hills The rain is working its vernal wonders in the forest and the world’s waves beat upon its brackish shores
My life’s sideshow cowers in lockdown’s shade The life I once learnt to live fades And a new one awaits Granted by science and by human endeavour A new path to wend – to explore A road less travelled which I must learn to love The old well-tbeaten ways no longer lead to certainty only to danger and distress And so amidst a tangled understanding of right and wrong The future lives on in uncertainty’s haze
I think of my first love who escaped south and who now faces old age with a brightness far better than death’s impending despair.
My last love, All passion spent, Was of a quiet deep fulfilment of silent bliss engaging me while the blackbird for both of us now sings in the highest tree and, with a distant touch of the hands, a slower walk with the waves on that distant shore, bird and sea, my soul is fed, listening to their songs keeping at bay life’s end.
For now I dream converse, I listen to my memories, resisting that clouding of the vision which elapsed time brings.
I allow perception of days to come in which appreciative eye and halcyon heart will enable a new closeness, one of being together in harmony with both past and present, and the future becomes again brighter.
The promise of the sea As it thrusts towards the shore Is of resurgent love And with it the swell in my heart soars Its tide in turn repeating What once I had before When life was young And in its flow
Now as it ebbs It is not easy To renew that glow Which once provided all the hope Of future bliss I ever needed When sun kissed seas Spoke loud their passion Their cresting waves Breaking one on one In repeating fashion Mirroring my wishes Releasing desires Bringing the froth and foam Of hope To these cool shores
Ribbed sand now reminds Of what is yet to come The ripples of my heartbeat Become the breakers bolstering my breath The thrill of expectation Arriving with the tide
On what distant shores have those same waves Broken their strength And torn in two My harried heart
I will sleep all night in your arms Then whilst the day is dawning We will wake and gaze out to sea And together Welcome back the morning
We’ll watch as the seagulls broil and fuss As they dart over the incoming tide Hear the call of the geese Soaring over the breaking waves Their stately beating wings Presaging their arrival Their fervour undiminished As they return to the seagrass The meadows of their dreams To feed and live on
Such images reveal to me Confirm my heart’s content That life and nature exist Perhaps their sole purpose To ratify love For each other For humanity Love for nature And for all of creation