Tonight Copyright © 2008 Rob Lock

is the night of the northern storm.
The hot breath of summer has turned:
excitement and menace walk hand in hand.

Brought up with south-westerlies
playfully nibbling its ear,
our coast has been warned about danger.
But it comes so rarely.
Precautions are ignored,
groynes waste away.

Tonight they’ll be wanting
for this is the night of the north.

Come tomorrow’s shocking, washed-out light
nothing familiar,
nothing quite as before.