The sky and sea merge

Into strange flecks of grey.

Neither fish nor fowl

Predominate.

There is a lot of empty space.

And that dull, withdrawing roar

Of yesteryear.

Last year, on this very  day, 

Of shock and awe,

was your funeral:

wildflowers on your coffin

an emptiness inside

I read your poem 'Lemon Light'

Then there were 'Eden Rock and 'Adelstrop'

You knew all the hedgerow flowers of Cheshire

Didn't you Chris?

You listened to and named

all the birds of the Cheshire plain

Without you, nothing is the same.