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