June: Pegwell

Storm clouds bruise over marsh waterthe sea the sea strokes white clifftransient silver in that secondbefore the wind rips it.Out on the marsh the sea birds bickerover nest building egg watchingthe dog startles a hare huge and mythicin its flight from us.Yacht flaps jib sail on the horizon& the light bends over the teacup rima distant rainbow as the rain descends:another wet warm English summer.