Sun seems to sway across the blue,
as if held by a string,
and the warm air ripples
as heat rises high,
and blurs my view of horizons to come.
The stillness is palpable, a little ominous,
as life imbibes the warmth,
kept so far apart since winter fell,
and this spell, like a reprieve,
a welcomed diversion from chill.
So much to do, so little time,
when sun graces sky,
and hearts extend their will,
and as morning fades and that orb finds zenith,
it becomes a fixed, stubborn plume.
With shadows gone, cringed in nooks,
and dew like diamonds studded, refuse
to last till noon, the green pervades my view,
and dry for a moment, ensues,
as if to snub the winter blues.
Parrots, as if summer’s squawking,
fly in and out in bands,
foraging, chatting, colours flashing,
here then gone, reds and greens on endless blue,
those open skies just swallow whole their due.
And mandarins so orange, plump,
in vibrant green beds against an open sky,
sweet refrains and pleading I,
to pick this luscious fruit and know
its nectar blessing.
I miss you sun, my tender companion,
light, my eye so awake to know,
life continues through this winter bleak due,
and living not within my box,
within my afferent mind pursued.
Tony DeLorger © 2016