Beyond Kenbane the summer sun
discards her dazzling dress
and sinks to slumber on the horizon,
tinting sky and sea with orange excess.
Moon with tide in ebb and flow
a synchronised dance routine,
on sand a wet line lies to show
the place where time has been.
An awesome wintry sight
Carraig Uishneach's aerial display,
frenzied rollers venting spite
on rocky outcrop splashing spray
like smithereens of shattered glass.
Within the Devil's Churn
meringues of foam amass.
Seabirds yearn for spring's return.
From Flamingo Pink
page 106
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