23rd August

The noon day light slants crisply through the tree branches. it is not yet Autumn but there is something in the air that speaks of change. High up, pair of jays rattle and squawk. There is more than a hint of green where the open spaces are beginning to cover themselves in grass again. But by late afternoon, the grey curtains swathe the sky and a bright drizzle is blown in by a little wind. Beach goers are bobbing in the waves. It is not cold and still rather humid and there is no shadow from the setting sun..

From 23rd August 2021

August continues with sullen grey skies and stiff breezes except for tiny moments when the sun peeps through. Over there, though a brilliant spear of golden light illuminates the sea just off the Needles. The sun is up there somewhere. A crow sits on a fence post by the path in full scraggy moult. But he challenges everyone that passes to a fight just in case we don't realise who is boss around here.

From 23rd August 2015

Big rain. Big thunder.On the way to the beach man with pushchair and small children shelter in the doorway opposite. They laugh and jog back up the road the rain streaming from their hair like silver jewels.

Peter John Cooper

Poet, Playwright and Podcaster from Bournemouth, UK.

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