The wind stilled for a time now picks the evening to blow
Softly as breath exhaled it moves humid air across my face
Washing cool across skin scented of thyme and rosemary
From this godly vapour of mountains all ill cleanses away
Stripped in layers with herbs from the Mount of Olympus
Faster it blows and the world around hushes to the change
Till at last comes the thunder with shouts of change ringing
In the dusk like sentinels closing the day with anger and fire
Scything blue bolts charge across the night sky like tridents
Till the power is spent and the gods grant us one more day