Grey gull, gliding gracefully
in the September squall
I need only your wings
I have a plaintive call.
Your Autumn is here again
as, indeed, is mine
I, too, just had Summer
but the sun didn't shine.
These seasons, even time itself, have nothing for me
all I care about, everything of worth
was taken from me, before I realised
overseas, to the far side of this earth.
Gull, you now circle the same harbour water
for forty years I've had my tear-filled eyes on
that took Janie away, in a big boat
following the sun, beyond the horizon.
Tony Bradley
