Zephyr

A zephyr stirs the old bones of a Eucalyptus regnan

Years of growth grasping the ever-changing sky

As if she could fly

A gale flattens the rolling hills, trees toppling

Pain and rain plummeting and disintegrating 

Agony scattered within jewels of liquid blue

Hair blown into eyes turned upwards to the skies

As darkness slinks like a quoll through the blue

Puffs of air filtering through a window

A child, not yet weathered with age, savours the 

Sweetness

Blossoms

Hope

Blooms

Sugar                     

The great blue ripples with unseen gasps of

Exhilaration Azure Contentment Love Violet

The scents of

Passion Joy Green Petrichor 

Stretch through the air, a lazy afternoon in the sun