Peace comes
On the extended note
From beside the bookshelf
On the sight of the cold wind
Beneath the big blue Lincolnshire sky
The weathervane
Is past the time for turning
Either in search of self, or
In search of
The winters absent warmth
She plays with whimsy
Sings of being carried out to sea
In search of her comfort
O comfort me
O comfort me she sings
Peace stays
On the defended vote
From beside all thoughts of self
To the light of the bold ring
Beneath the hope that wanders by
