Chichester harbour, late autumn walk
The groynes stand black
mud-stuck and firm,
estuary tides wash timber thin.
Cormorant, Curlew and Black headed Gull
take their rest from flight and wing.
Sun slips toward its rising self
magnetic in her splendour,
then kissing gently disappear’s
so mighty, yet so tender.
decks cleared and washed
wire clinks on metalled mast,
ghost ships now upon the calm
their crews are sleeping fast,
then waking, the swell whispers in,
raising natures glory higher,
the daily ascension renewed begins
to set clean skies afire.