Every weather
tells a story
a mood-changer
it compels me-
raindrops and snowdrops
the sunshine reflecting on the sea
how each wave of wind sobs
in its individual melancholy-
how the seasons arouse the memory
past scenes flash over the mind
of times merry or unhappy
never have been left behind-
a winter drizzle* marks this morning*
against a darkish brooding sky
why is my heart restlessly stirring?
what's that which is making me cry?
Wednesday, Melbourne time 10.20 a.m., I am looking through the garden from my study as I am writing. It's winter here