It was like a soft night in Melbourne
Or like trains or distant trumpets
Up early to hear birds sooth
A gentle grey sky that sounded blue
I thought about the mountains in my heart-window
How that bright cloud flowed down the saddle
Of the Jungfrau, the real Jungfrau of one thousand poems
Cumulus sitting white and low and lit
Like a lazy dragon’s exhale
I won’t forget
The cow-flavoured, blacksmith-woodfire scent
Noise of building-works nearby
And an early morning’s nostalgic lament
Farewell
clairevetica 
This tugs at the feels like only memories of a beautiful place can. Also, “heart-window” is a wonderful phrase!
Thankyou! Hey, I just tried to find your blog and got nothing… is it a glitch or did you change the URL ? x
Claire,
I am enjoying your blog. This is the line that spoke most to me in this poem.
“I thought about the mountains in my heart-window”
Thanks for sharing your view of the world.
Thanks Ali, glad you’re liking it. X