May Blythe of London, UK, wrote this poem on a very windy day in Lyme Regis, looking out over the sea in-between Golden Cap and the Cobb and sent it to us with the accompanying image.

Cloudy Horse

If clouds were horses,
And the sea their track,
I’d lasso a cloud,
And leap on its back.

My swift cloudy horse,
Would wisp me away,
O’er ribbons of blue,
We’d race from this day.

And when we returned,
For all things come ‘round,
A new dawn would break,
Where Hope’s refuge found.

© May Blythe, London