before fighting against the world again
as butterflies flutter on flowerbeds,
a rainbow of colours entrancing my eyes:
yellow, pink, red and violet as well.
Lord Aberdare looks on, face unchanging
but I recall a time here long ago
strolling with my love in the rare deep snow
but now it's a warm September morning
and dew shines as if stars have fallen
in the night onto the soft verdant carpet.
But revellers have scattered cans of lager
next to the columns of the War memorial,
a little scar but not enough
to ruin a truly exquisite view
in Cathays Park...under a sky of blue.