"A Little Rain" (Entry 468)

Patter on, little rain. 

It's your job, every now and again. 

Pitter on the windowpane. 

I will watch, and here I'll remain. 

Until the time,

When your work is done. 

Then I will leave

To play in the sun. 

"Coast Road" (Entry 438)

Drive the coat road. 

A signature scrawled. 

Bend beyond bend. 

Chiseled melt of sand belt 

Against soothing moving vast potion of ocean. 

To drive, to see,

For, I am home. 

My place to be. 

Single lanes of dipping, slipping, Tarmac'd heat. 

Overtaking, sliding, squeaking on leather seat. 

This slick grey snake slinks 

from north to south, south to north,

As sun slices and sinks beyond 

the ebb and flow of expanse burst forth. 

To drive, to see. 

For, I am home. 

My place to be. 

My place to be. 

"We Didn't Notice The Rain" (Entry 373)

We didn't notice. 

Not straight away. 

If at all, 

We gazed to say,

"Thank Goodness, the rain's stopped. 

No umbrella this day."

We cheered the sun beamed and smiled. 

We can plan that Barbecue...

Fingers crossed - touch wood. 

It will stay clear. 

Without fear, clear it stayed. 

No rain. Clouds disappeared. 

Unexpected heat wave,

Announced the recalculating weather bureau. 

Who knew? (They didn't.)

Cor! Wot A Scorcher!

Leered the tabloids,

Showing scantily clad peaches on beaches. 

Water rationing into place. 

Two months after the rain ceased. 

Just to be on the safe side,

Murmured over-paid aides in Government and Utilities. 

Both wringing hands in greed and sweat.

(Ways of wealth increase of us? You bet!)

Panic 

Set in as storage levels dropped. 

Draught becoming crisis. 

Asthmatic mist hung over the land

Wheezing and sucking last moisture from earth. 

Weak winds grasped and gasped. 

No water in reservoirs or rivers. 

No water in ponds or lakes. 

On shelves in bottles became extinct. 

A drop of pure more valued than diamond or gold 

No meaning linked to money, itself. 

Sea levels dropped as tides weakened world wide. 

Humans no equipped for fittest survival. 

After the rain stopped,

Grass and trees,

To elephant and bees,

Withered and dried to die

And so did we. 

"Lagoon of Your Own" (Entry 350)

Lagoon glistened. 

Proto-waves lapped volcanic rock. 

Go on, Signore, dive in!

It sang dal Segno.

It's fine! It's your sign. 

Dophin-print towel shrugged from shoulders. 

A heap at his feet,

as he kicked away worn leather sandals. 

Brush back hair. 

Leaving sunglasses perched upon nose. 

Without second view.  

He ran up and he flew.

Water and man becoming one. 

Pushed up from sandy floor, he rose. 

Through crystal waters,

As warm as any Sunday night bath before school, or now the dirge of 8 to 6. 

(It's inflation of the 9 to 5, but that's all left back in his other life.)

Now, this was THE LIFE!

He grabbed his glasses as they floated past 

to reposition them to their rightful place. 

Now, this was THE Rightful Place. Delightful! 

He sighed, laid back to rest on 

salty soothing cradle of 

gentle rocked sea,

crooned to by the sizzle of sun's ray. 

This was where he belonged. 

Where he should be.

"The Sun!" (Entry 290)

Lift your face and breathe,
Take in the warmth of the sun.
It's here at last. Smile!

"The Lightning Crack" (Entry 192)

The lightning cracked a joke,
thunder boomed with laughter and groaned on.
The clouds rolled in to watch the show,
jostling for space, those at the front in the know.
The sun hid away, it was dark for her too,
but the man in the moon grinned for he loved it blue.

"Sun's Journey Across The Bay" (Entry 168)

The cool dawn shimmers and shivers.
Anticipation of a new day risen.
The glance of rays on glassy waves.
Smouldering boiling frothing a broth of middays hues,
where rainbow crystalline spray brakes and cascades back to the whole.
Bathe in the afternoon's heated perfection
as heat and light conjoin in swimmers delight.
Then dipping sun sends on last hurrah
in twilight's ripple seen from afar.

"Tale of the Un-lasted" (Entry 132)

I planted seeds in the pot, and watched them finally sprout.
Fed and watered as they grew, as the sun came out.
Soon buds appeared and unfurled.
Scarlet poppy petals met the world.
But within a day, they wilt so frail.
As nothing lasts, not even this tale.

"The World Asleep" (Entry 114)

The world never sleeps and always sleeps.
Beneath a darkened veil.
When sunlight peeps, the breath it seeps
to tell the earth a tale.

"Summer Picnics" (Entry 104)

It's wet, and yet,
we'd better stick with it.
More ants! It's pants!
Now, I'm gonna have a fit!
Sun shines. Tan lines.
Who forgot to pack the lotion?
Our ass. On grass.
Get set for picnicky commotion!

"Goodbye" (Entry 86)

Saying goodbye
as sun departs.
Access denied at summer's end.
Stolen childhood.
Separated hearts.
Darkened days with mourning to tend.

"A Rainbow at Dusk" (Entry 70)

The globe lowers along a line that does not exist.
Slowly melting,
soaked up to change the colours of the sky.
Bright blue melds to violet
touching a golden centre
spraying orange and red of chewy candy.
A delicious treat of flash of green.
Gone!
Darkened night to indigo,
ready for the heavenly display delights.

"This. The Eclipse." (Entry 46)

The rolling darkness envelops.
Embracing and beholden,
an orgasmic grasp,
until
all gone.
Nothing but
halo of Sun and Moon conjoined.
Entrapped in a moment,
in rapture,
then once again light fights.
Released.
Expanding.
Celebration and revelation that all is
right.