The horizon's rather hazy and belies the deep blue sky
and dazzling sun this afternoon that closes up my eye.
I've paddled in the sea today, on March the twenty-eighth;
cold water, but not achingly, although I couldn't bathe.
It feels as though kind summer is holding out a hand,
inviting spring to recognise, it, too, can make a stand,
outwitting tired old winter, by bringing warmth and hope.
"Not likely," warns the weatherman, "don't put away your coat;
next weekend temperatures will drop, the biting wind return;
Ne'er cast a clout till May is out - will people never learn?"
Yet nobody can take away this summer's day in spring;
so come back winter; come back cold; you've lost your wicked sting.
poem © Celia Warren 2012
What a lovely walk we had, including a brief sunbathe on the beach and a paddle. Shame it isn't forecast to last a little longer as we have a special family weekend away planned for this weekend for Mr PP's Big Birthday.
Today we walked down to Landcombe Bay (in the photo, with Start Point lighthouse on the horizon); then up again along the coastal path, and down to the next beach, Blackpool Sands. Didn't even have to clock-watch. Joy!