Grassy banks on either side
And marshy patches where kingcups grow.
A steep little path that winds and wanders
And drops at last to the beach below.
A shimmering waterfall; jasper stones
That shine like jewels in all the streams;
Sun-warmed rocks that the waves wash over…
I go there still in my dreams.

With thanks to Mabel Amber (via Pixabay) for the photo.
Published in Dragon, UCW, Aberystwyth