the last for several nights to come.
Early morning, sitting at my desk.
A cool breeze through the open door
whispers around my right shoulder.
Later the wind will be easterly and hot,
but in this moment I take delight in my
chilled right shoulder.
A week to come of hot nights and searing days.
I will crave the deep green hedgerows,
rain, mist and cold white snow of where once I lived.
