Near Lee Abbey looking west towards Lee Bay, Crock Point and Woody Bay, North Devon, England.

Poem.

 

Beauty meets beauty.

Exmoor meets the sea.

Exquisite, verdant, rounded granite

moorland tumbles into the sea.

Bedecked by deciduous woodland,

a wild, serrated, ragged edge marks

the attrition between land and sea.

Coves and bays, cliffs and rocks.

Sea of abundant life in

translucent waters.

Created, evolved, begot

or a random outcome of a billion

complex interactions and reactions.

Right now, I care not.

To me, it is, and forever remains,

incalculably beautiful.

 

Done