Aber in a Storm

It was always a front row seat. House like a wedding cake with columns, next door to a derelict mansion. Waves like White Tigers leaping- Their spittle-flung pebbles to dash salt-flecked panes. Always the thump of surf on stone, then a scatter of spray. So very different from Summer basking on paint-peeled window sills, Watching … More Aber in a Storm

Room with a View

House of all seasons. All seasons, turned willy-nilly. Salt-mist crystalized one month: azure lenses the next. The entire curved ocean a stage to gaze upon. Storms were best, with their hiss and slap of surf. Sharp cracking strafe of current-honed pebbles. Bay window-watching, mug in hand. All topsy-turvy on the Buckled floor In this building slowly … More Room with a View

Fresh

  Everywhere a view.  Everywhere. Even the benches are special: all dragon tails and tongues. The ground is a sleeping dragon. Sweeping curves cupping an impossible blue, and all uphill though never a struggle. A place fit for all weathers. Arctic in March, Grecian in Autumn. An enchanted land. Everlasting beautiful.   Keen memories burn … More Fresh