Part 1
on a warm Welsh night
one can see the moon
window-beating in random, albeit in haze
the chinking of glassware in an open garden
the wooden chimes of a neighbour
play a musical smörgåsbord of quiet noise
a train goes by, the whistle a perfect fourth
one may get the occasional bird cry
or catch the trickle of the Gafenni
the orange street lighting
in quiet contrast with anything
the brush of plant against window
on a warm Welsh night
one can see the moon
window-beating in random, returning your gaze
Part 2
on a cold Welsh night
one can see the rain
window-beating in random, making a maze
just a few people about
hunched in thick coat
going to the corner shop
the rest are at home
enjoying music on the wireless or
the mental poison of the goggle box
the wind picks up
in a howl of temporary energy
the hissing gas fire, the curtains drawn to
on a cold Welsh night
one can see the rain
window-beating in random, enjoying the haze
