X We Got it Wrong....Pushkin Sonnet
Bright red solar flames light up the morning sky
Contrasting well against the black bottomed clouds
No sign of birds, it looks like they refuse to fly
'stead of heading East along the river in noisy crowds.
Then you feel frozen, the wind direction has changed
The mornings forecast you think was prearranged.
As you feel the first drops from clouds opening doors
Realising that the heavens will release all their stores.
Too often of late, the forecasters had got it wrong
Instead, northern winds had reigned strong and hard
Cold mornings, warm days brought spring into the yard.
But this morning we were singing a different song
The wind was from the Antarctic and to our loss
Was showing in reality that she was truly the boss.
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