In the midst of life and love.

In the midst of life and love.

It suits the mood

Prevailing.

Grey and tired,

Hung over from too much

Of yesterday,

And not enough of today.

Draped as it is,

Over the corpse

Of cold celebration.

Anniversaries,

That recall bad times, as good.

Weddings and births,

Beget

Slaughter and death.

They ride together,

Constant companions

In the passing of days.

My visiting lights

Blinked out today.

The spare room lies empty,

Dark and cold.

They took the weather

With them.

To fly,

The long way round,

Heading home,

In the far yonder,

Where the colour

That paints the sky

Tastes of cherry blossom

And the memory of history’s

Honest dead

Will one day be forgotten,

But not today.

Not here.