A Suddent Drop in The Weather

I stand  stoic in Halifax
looking towards Scotland
across the broad Atlantic

Storms propel flocks over steeples
their crosses like antennas
the weather vanes are screaming.

As relief is to stone
commotions broil in oceans
I stand disheartened in Dunedin

Musing over the brooding Atlantic

moon unveils her shimmer
bats emit from Celtic shutters.

Moss eats away at crumbling churches

Wings and wind are inseparable
gloom and moon fly as one

You and I, centuries absent
I'd bell you an albatross
on your birthday.

There's a shinning in me, little sailor
that hankers we talk heart to heart,
so pour me another round