The South Westerly

Written by: Peter Dorr


                     Oh! for the wet warm South Westerly 

                     after the cold white North Easterly leaving  

                     sparkling rain on each window pane South Westerly.
                  
                     At night this rain paints all inanimate things a vivid 
    
                     hue, while humans look care worn, some even sickly, 

                     no longer New Year spick and span but of a drearier hue. 

                     New snow in the Wolds as yeast in England's east, another 

                     feast for children and adults unable to bring home the bacon.

                     Drains turn into ice topped streams that underneath show 

                     water swimming like eels in a race to breed. Across the North Sea

                     diagonally from The Wash, heavy snow is falling in the Norge 

                     fjords like so many Vikings on a raid for plunder, trade or conquest.