“me imperturbe”
Easy in the flight of hindsight
Knowing which winds blow a true spring
And (take this one) which winds outright
Lie. I think it was misleading,
Robin, for the day to start with
Gentle rains and warming southerlies.
Time itself, so pleased to be in
On the joke, had woken early,
Sending cloudy covers flying
Back across the unmade sky, its
Shadow stretching in the morning
Light. We always knew a free gift
Is a gift but rarely given.
Still, you have your red puff–chested
Dignity. When the weather changes,
We must bundle up and bear it.