It was a day of warmth and wonder,
rightfully Autumn’s, stolen back by Summer
for one last brilliant burst
of sunshine, as we trekked the Anglesey coast.
We three walking together in deep conversation,
cementing friendships in nature’s contemplation.
Stepping along striated limestone boulders
we see the lifeboat station fling its boat asunder;
a brief breathless ascent to a quiet copse
to find ancient stones our world forgot,
then down to feast at variegated brambles
of unready reds and glistening purples.
Last back through gentle green undulations
to watch twilight birds swoop in secret formations,
to rest, to think, to pause
in the salty air and listen to the noise
of the ceaseless rhythmic incoming waves,
a giant yellow moon rising over the bay.