Sunlight pooling

Sunlight pooling 

All day from first light morning’s call 

the sun has dazzled 

more midsummer surely, not March 

before the ides or equinox. 

Ah but cold he said, bitter, biting, 

the sun but flattery to deceive 

for the wind’s from the north 

with ice on his breath, the smack and the crack 

of the lion, not lamb

Hark it doth blow, surely not snow? 

And so

a day to sit in windows sunlight pooling 

through the glass 

in a hazy dream of summer 

where the distant mountains glow. 

10th March 2021 Hounoux