That Western Wind

2017

Then came that Western wind

As it often does just in time to catch the mind mend

Or set

As does the Sun over the Old Grey

Sweeping iron rays by rain

Into the street drains

Mirky and quick those trips seemed now

Biblical in manner

All too quick to slander the slightest thought

Kept taught by the fist clenched

For months a vision came in the night

Brightened by the moth

Both capturing and reflecting the light

Burnt pastels of the saviour’s return

Glow as the Summer shades took shape

Sat up, squinted

Then yawned