From a Deck Chair
Into the mystic and blue water purl
I watch in motion season’s changing guard,
and rising ocean drafts its far depths swirl
up silica sandstone cliffs steeped and scarred.
Where silver eucalypts shine by the lea
and apple blossom in the garden strewn
shed soft petals till fruit hangs from its tree -
and chrysalis to butterfly cocoon.
So does my own metamorphosis end
as the September bloom and sunned leaf face
invites perennial orgy again,
and new buds glow like clusters through dark space.
From my deck chair I’ll kick back tomorrow
when spring’s bow let’s fly El Nino’s arrow.
Written: September 1995
Copyright © Keith D Trestrail | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment