In this temple, open to the air,

I feel you everywhere.

These Doric Columns speak of our yesterday.

But you will stay

When I and they

Are but clay.

These ancient Yew

And Redwood trees

Have heard wind sing

Over long centuries.

But your cold blast

Will outlast the Yew.

—

This poem stems from a visit to the temple of Aeolus in Kew Gardens with my friend Brian on 29 September 2023. You can find out a little about the temple here, https://www.kew.org/kew-gardens/whats-in-the-gardens/woodland-garden-and-temple-of-aeolus.