for the weather has been suddenly transformed,
the sun appearing and sky turning
the Taff azure with sparkling silver jewels.
Birdsong blesses the air, swans and mallards
drift through the four arches and this fine scene
brings pleasure to my soul but is unseen
to many of the people who pass me by
on Cardiff Bridge in late June.
A vast army of feet have stepped this way
whose troubles are lost in time
but I shall enjoy these moments:
from all my problems I can briefly hide
under a warm sun...watching the swans glide.