At the end of winter

Photographic: De Waal Venter

At the end of winter

Blow blue wind

through my winter days,

I recognise you

blue wind.

You come from the icy seas

south where the land is white.

You stepped over

the backs of whales,

held open your arms

to terns, gulls and albatrosses.

You are a woman

heavy with water

blue wind,

bear us your baby rain.