“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