Poems and prose for various contests over the course of the decade. |
Time seems to stand still as I look up, Up into the clearest of skies Blue as far as the eye can see The wind ruffles my hair I close my eyes a moment to bask in the warmth Of a new spring day When I open my eyes a parade of passing Picassos Prances before me Each morphing moment by moment Taking shape from one thing to another As they coast along the horizon. I watch mesmerised As one long eared rabbit Shifts and stretches into An extraordinary looking Bear whose mouth gapes open. Wind circles and swirls Dragging the creature out of shape Before morphing again Into a horse with strong powerful legs I want to climb onto his back And ride like the wind But even before the thought Touches down I am taken up again As the view before me grows darker And a menacing face peers down at me. I shudder and hurry for shelter Gone is the wispy trails of light and shadow Now in the growing dim The shapes descend and band together Making the day change from light and airy Into one of storms and bluster. Just another Canadian day... Give it a minute There may be more blue sky Or a torrent of cascading water Pummeling the earth with a frenzy Only spring can know. Line count = 39. Notes: ▼ |