Breathe ~ Relax ~ Drink Black Tea Often
Early this morning
I drink tea on the back steps
Feeling the cup cool
At the road’s rough end
there is not so much to see
And yet, the hidden
On the riverbank
Watching the big ship idle
We’re all miniatures
Caterpillars dream
of basil shrubs without end
Lucky pesto pests
My cat’s resting paw
suggests nothing but softness
A hint of claw-glint
At the railway bridge
waiting for the loudest train
and screaming relief
A teetering brick
established for the long haul
as an edgy tease
The shadows we cast
disappear with a turn
towards the sun’s face
A shaft of sunlight
after days of storms and rain
Clouds are breaking ranks
A one-note bird call
grows faster, louder with rain
Is it happiness?
Heavy rain falls straight
and lands hard in my garden
The soil softening
Tattooed butterfly
flutters from bloom to branch – home
is everywhere
The magpie’s singing
predicts the storm front’s power
And implores its end
When the wind picks up
a new storm front moves in – it’s
the same old big wet
Rainbow lorikeets
rocket through the storm – missiles
outsmarting the drops
Unexpected rains
humidify Spring air and
deepen troubled sleep
In the park they stand
apart from each other and
watch their son swing high
When illness strikes you
with the clout of summer storms
It’s time to lie low
At night the rains press
against windows, doors and rooves
Insistent summer
On terracotta
Tiny lizards warm themselves
Mother sun delights
In the beginning
is every moment’s end
Magnetic middle
Nameless bugs garden
their way through lunch and playtime
Buzzing acquaintance
Changing the seasons
by sound in street jungle yards
Mowers sing summer
Waiting to blossom
embryonic pods stay mum
about their bloom dates
Grass blades of fortune
could tilt raindrops either way
or wait for bird sips
Startles of flowers
opening their happy selves
Frightening grey days
Mushroom circus tents
gathering big top secrets
for small fry visits
Raindrops in my tea
the gift of a summer storm
Pearly visitors
Damper days arrive
a golden syrup drizzle
Storm front imminent
Here’s the storm front, grasshoppers – who could resist?