On the roof, outside the window
are glare crusted humpbacked whales,
carved by the unforgiving wind of early March
as it pushed through the last breaths
of a sinking winter.
The sun crowns,
bejewelling these icebound leviathans,
dressing them with
a delicate blaze of beauty
before moving them toward
a slow, mellifluous death.
briefly beached on shingle ridged rooftops,
slowly submerge majestically
with flukes raised skyward,
bowing to the transcendent hunter
as new life readies itself
beneath the calming waves.