Morning Mist

Wains Hill in the morning mist
That fades as sun breaks through
Clevedon Pill appears below
The grass slope brushed with dew
From off the mud the dotted gulls
Take wing towards the sea
And glide to rest on silvered bend
In close knit company
Magpie shouting from a bush
And slow advancing tide
Usher in a summer day
The Channel here beside