Pebbles on a Beach

A Tiny Slice of Welsh History

Grey toned, purple monoliths,
mirages floating above still sea.

Sounds muffled close, yet somehow,
echoes, bouncing in the distant cloud.

Pebbles knocking, hollow stone
under carefree noses of spaniels.

Winged ones mock me with their flights,
feathers guide as they playfully soar.

Waves crash on shadows below,
forging power, pushing tides nearer.

Transient ecosystems,
a small part of Welsh history now.

Our new community formed,
scattered across this west weathered beach.

Connected by ancient sun,
a gift in the midst of October,

and Libran new moon for truth.
Nothing else exists for a moment;

just us, pebbles on a beach.