Ruddy Wind Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Rate of the ruddy wind
this eve of feast
eve of Saint Paul's Day
though on other days
you bring not joy
you bring joy
now
if you keep the rains
away.

the heavens
with niter-flushed clouds
are beset:
the kerbs and asphalt
still
dry and my hearts
will to see
them so remain:

for
it be
the feast my mother
made
glad at least
once
in a whole year
now
no longer her sweet
voice
the solitary house
does haunt
no,
no longer:
but her spirit yearns
and
I heart it yearning
in the house
more
in my heart.
I heard it.
I felt it.
I obeyed it.