Gaia’s Retribution? poem

Fluffy whites drift in soft blue calm
Exuberant hues flit, dart, dissolve
Hark-humdrum breeze-borne scratches

Scree-each

Thud-um mote-wrenching avian bolt
Scramble, skitter-stampeding tetrapods flee

Twinkling hubbub of city dwellers
Almost deafening-mezzo-staccato of ‘see-hearing’
Warnings flick past-too fast to catch

Cacophony of cataclysmic crashes
Searing scorching flashes frazzle
Man’s monumental marvels toppling
Towering engineering tributes tumble

Wake of whipped wild waves
Global whirling-denial, anger, sorrow
Useless bastion vestiges wither

Stunned-echoing, silent darkness freezes
Eons answer: indiscriminate hell to heal

Yuletide colours

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I know I harp on about growing up in the northern hemisphere, it honed my instincts. The weather in December is usually cold and the holly in the hedgerows appears to gleam next to it’s leafless neighbours.

The colours in this grevillea remind me that I count myself lucky to be able to live in Australia, even if traditions associated with Yule don’t suit the climate.