Hail is rattling against my bedroom window
I am holding it at arms length
As I hide under my warm blankets
A week ago I was sitting
On a coastal terrace
Looking out to sea
The air was mild
And the sun was bright
Spring had already
Presented her calling card
This was a favoured illusion
An early theatre promising much
I was not fooled
As I sensed that the ice winds
Were in hiding and not that far away