A View at Dusk When ends a day Of bitter cold, But warming view, The comfort of dusk. Awaiting the invisibility Of night's curtain fall, A cloak of dark. Attempts to wipe The memories of Peace and place and views. But it can not Those views remain, Imbued with the serenity Of each memory made. Permanent, etched. Like the shifting beach Carved beneath your feet. Looming cliffs of weathered rock, Still stood, still here. When ends the day And darkness falls, The views remain, still.
Photograph: Giants Causeway, Northern Ireland at sunset, October 2018
