The Whether Forecast

Wind for the lamb,

rain for the calf,

sun for the foal,

and if you can hang

your hat and coat on the moon,

its a sure sign of bad weather to come.

Mare's tails and mackerel scales

make tall ships take in their sails,

and a rainbow in the morning

gives you fair warning.

But between dusk and dawn,

not a single heartbeat is missed

out of fear that the cycle will end,

and the columns of Ephesus were cut

not by giants, but by cords of silk,

as the minds of men were whispered into being

by winds that cared not why, or where they blew.

©Copyright Niall OConnor 2012