There Are Moments A Cold Wind Blows Poem by Mark Heathcote

There are moments in life that are fleeting
melting like snowflakes on a blade of grass
there are moments a cold wind, blows alas
too strong, too hard for a nests safekeeping
yes it blew, and blew, making lovers clash
forgetting a sketch etched from ecstasy
overlooking those moments worth repeating
endlessly with thrifty fidelity,
but something must always interfere, crash-
the party, like a mad bull, stampeding?