hungry bees burrow
deep into blossom collar
seek buried treasure
hungry bees burrow
deep into blossom collar
seek buried treasure
he lumbers up behind me
to where I sit
silent watching
his lava breath
singes my hair
flames my ear
he peers over my shoulder
as if he will see what I see
as if he can
I wait
body solid
gaze fixed
breath shallow
and wait for him to leave
silent in the day
each footstep and every breath
shouts in the darkness
snap-dried fuchsia blooms
scorched by single heatwave day
maintain their colour
Feijoa
firework petals and gold light tips
you are un-flamed matchsticks
brighting up the green
underneath your feet
cloverly cloverly bloom
unnoticed in the grass
Perhaps it is unrealistic to think that this particular January is going to see a poem every day here. Who knows?
I’ve been taking lots of photos when I walk for the past while, and I’m going to use some of them as poem prompts. We’ll see how it goes. Today, a haiku about Melbourne’s weather. Not complaining, because it’s the first really hot day of summer for us.
January sun
brings summer’s furnace winds
chases us inside