Unsettled Weather. (Revised).

Ink blue sky.

Houses reflecting the afternoon light

Are whiter than paper.

The late summer heat, solid as marble

Without a single flaw,

Holds me back.

I cannot think - or write - or paint in

                                      this weather,

Clarity of sunlight does not sharpen 

                                   the imagination

Like the onset of summer rain.

Moist grey shadows drift across 

                                            landscapes

Darkened by low cloud.

Mud clogs my shoes, 

But I can walk for miles in such weather,

Observing a revitalized world;

The wind ransacking through tree tops;

Wild water tumultuous in gullies.

This is the world as I love it,

Heartland of the northern gods.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

4th. - 6th. - 7th. September 2022.