Wind blows smoke up the valley –
rain will take it down,
rain will take it down

This day pristine and lovely –
sullied by slag,
sullied by fire

The promises of spring –
trees leafing out,
luminous green,
the clear sky and the sun,
still here but now hooded

The wind comes from the south –
they say it will bring rain –
it may take spring back a notch
but clear the sky again.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 29, 2023