The ceiling has lowered on Wellington city
it’s streets are all damp and gray
everyone’s huddled in black puffer jackets –
but the tugboats are out in the bay!
They’re tiny and red compared to the ships
they herd through the water like sheep.
Nippy and zippy, and a little bit stroppy
surging through waves that lamb-leap.
On National Poetry day 2014 I thought I’d write some poems based on prompts from tweeps. This prompt “Wellington harbour, cold day.”