Geoffrey Heptonstall

Le Pin Doré

This first light snakes through the shutters

Soon after the music,

A song she shall hear all day,

A perfect blue painted from the sea

Beneath the sun.

Yesterday the Mistral raged

In dust and swaying pines,

And raised an army against her.

Frail world in the dark sky.

Today there is still life, serene.

Geoffrey Heptonstall © 2012