Reminiscing (Headland, Hartlepool, January 23rd,2020)

At this ancient, battered headland my gaze Is seaward and merges with the cold blue Tainted moments of surreal mid winter. The soft, unbroken vowels of the tide Are enclosed within the wind's gutturals. Gulls stutter their syllables of longing. And I reminisce about time spent here In wilder days of youth; when summer was Still green and gold promise and we enjoyed A certain kind of freedom; that is now Lost forever deep within the debris Of these myopic, insubstantial times. I'll try to recall this freedom clearly, Before my ageing mind turns foggy grey.