The last swim of summer

Three planes of view before my eyes
Cold, white, wide sand left and right
Shadowed with echoes of many feet
Dusky blue stretching towards heaven
In between the warm gentle sea
Enveloping, calm, expansive and bliss

Slowly breasting, swimming free
Across the bay from one side to other
From rocky headland wrapped in weed
To the misty white sea along the southern
Almost a lake populated by a hardy few
Then again so few to know the pure joy
Of swimming across a bath like sea
‘Neath a bright northwards focused sun
This son of the beach is home again.