“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