Here among streets of unseasonal rain
I’ve wondered and groped in misguiding mists,
Tempted by traces of street-corner smiles
Flickered from the hallways of dreams.
Clouds still are up in congested valves,
My heart now veined as drought-ridden fields.
Borne in the hibernal currents of breeze
How shall I shore my anchorless bark
That is tossed among dismembered leaves?
Crossed by the buses with shutters up raised
I stutter in coupes with lamps without light.
Peeping through gaps of doorways now closed
I yearn for the unlimited fragrance of sun
Where flickers might flower and colour my grey
And shower my sails with petals of spring.