Sunlight catches the dragonfly’s wings
as it spirals still water.
No jewel could be as lovely
as this ephemeral being
in all its fragility.
Today’s summer morning,
orange blossom scented
mixed with new mown grass,
is already alive with bees
busy in the gauzy cordyline flower.
How swiftly it all changes.
By mid-morning the air is
heavy with clouds that prowl
below an impenetrable haze
and fat drops of rain raise
a dusty smell followed by a down-pour.
While thunder growls and spits fire
from its lair who could foretell
this chameleon day will change
yet again before a rosy twilight.
After the wild storm passes,
it leaves a wake of fallen branches
and a wind, that has torn and worried
the Abyssinian banana.
It still does not come to heel
nor heed the blasphemy
uttered until the sun again
breaks through, wielding its power
which we now don’t have and
the fridge has rattled to a halt.