This English weather
Showers souls
With endless dull and dreary,
The sun enclosed in an envelope
And sent to far Tahiti.

In deepest brooding winter
Frost nips pierce the dew to trees,
Clothes an earthen bareness
Chalking sparse futility.
A monochrome, a crisp intake
Of air upon a canvas,
Lament, regret, decay, despair:
Fruitions that surround us.

While from above a scavenge flight
Of swooping crows we see -
The message of a harvest passed,
A wildlife gone hungry.

But save, for all your gloomy days
There is a spell to cast,
If you have found true love in life
The darkness does not last.
Fall, full stare, into their eyes
And in your heart you’ll find
A ticket to Tahiti
Where the sun is warm and kind.