The Blizzard

Across a Surreal landscape
White defeats the green
Black naked branches
Reach towards low slung clouds
As snow flurries lash
Exposed skin on cheerful faces
We shelter in each other’s warmth
And conversations of sunshine
Promoted by
Wine, good gin and pizza.

The road out.

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Zephyr

Descending from a lapis sky

It skimmed the surface,

Of an equally blue ocean.

Raising tiny peaks

On an otherwise slate smooth sea.

 

It reached and pushed

Making patterns

Of varying shades of blue,

And occasional flecks of white,

Which stood starkly against the mirror.

 

Upon greeting the shore

It embraced the Cotton Trees

Lining the peninsula beach.

Tossing leaves and small branches

In a waltz of whispers and clicks.

 

Passing the trees and onto the path

It pressed a cotton skirt

Against the body of a young walker,

Taking with it the fragrances

Of coconut oil and Chanel.

 

Racing along the jetty

It caused the young fisherman

To lift his head, smell the air and smile.

He closed his eyes, as the breeze

Returned to the crystal sky

Shadowed Morning

In the half light

Of a veiled sunrise,

Trees bow and sway

With anticipation. 




The eastern horizon

Bruised and mouldering

Prepares the cloud bank -

Nimbus - dark and laden. 




At bus shelters and train stations

Young women fight to control summer skirts

And young men pretend not to notice,

While trying to keep their hairstyles in place. 




The mood is grey

The threat of rain is real

We retreat within ourselves -

While the flowers remain bright yellow.

golden flowers shine

unapologetically 

through my somber times

Wind

It is said; if you wear an ugly face

When the wind changes –

Your face will stay that way.

If the wind changes

While my heart is broken –

Will it stay that way too?

 

From the west it came

Carrying dust and sandflies.

My skin dried and grit filled my eyes.

I felt I’d never be the same.

 

This ill wind had blown no good.

To my despair was added discomfort.

Hopes for peace had come up short –

I let myself fall.

Westerlies

The Westerly winds blow through Brisbane in August – also the time of the annual Show/Exhibition.

Westerlies are here

put the blankets out to air

the ferris wheel turns