Zennor

This place lies unaltered.
It’s hard to reach;
You need stamina.

All talk is of the elements
All work is of the Land
Or Sea
All news is of a neighbour
All views are of the church or Sea.

Rainfall in dark.

Long temperate dawn;
The great shift approaches
Retrieving lost horizons
Forging silvers up from night
Christening with distance
Fine colours of Atlantic life.

From an inset of shore
To steeple-top hill
All sleep at this edge
Lightly aware of the Sun.