The sound of the woman’s upset voice
was carried on a wind
with the scent of spring,
her crying leached the blue out of the sky
and clouded over the brilliant sun.
‘I cannot take this anymore’
was louder than the rest
and silenced the chirping birds,
stopped the flags from flapping
and brought a chill to sunburnt skin.
The sound of her tears
was all I heard,
not the reason for them,
or her partner’s responses,
but her upset voice carried on the wind
and, for a moment, brought winter back again.