It’s a sound
like no other
wind’s rush over
fast flowing water

pale light from
cottage windows
aids faltering
progress surprised
by current-force

land is now
lake and toes
chill in boots
gusts howl
and agitate our
little river

cold night
indeed here
yet warmer
by far than
the world’s
refugee camps
they are

many the
think on
the breach
homes lost to
multiple tempests

let’s will peace
tonight for each

Simon Marsh

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