Respite

The promised rain brings some respite

The gumtrees release a perfumed sigh 

The air shakes itself clear of ashes

Dogs and owners roam in the cool sunset

The crickets song fills the twilight zone

The grass shyly dresses in green again

Our walking pace gains in friskiness

The river is sparkling anew

The distant hill line is back 

Planted firmly on the edge of the horizon

Galas and parakeets graze together

The breeze is soft and light

 Autumn is on its way, what a relief!

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Tears

Crystalline waters running free

From the deep waters 

Of an unconscious hidden spring

Your tears become the enchanted waters 

Brought by joy, guilt or sadness

Mirrors of your moods

Panted release

They taste the same to my heart.

They circumvolve without trouble

 My elaborated labyrinth heartstrings 

And leave me alone without recourse

On the silent shore of solitude

Inhabited by death

I cry to you but absence is the only echo

Slowly tears dissolve on my cheeks.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Invocation

Rain, rain come again

Spread yourself on the plain

Don't make us wait in vain

To fill the empty drain

Each drop will be a gain

To feed some grain!

L. C. Bailliet

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Victorian Fires

By the window the grey mist

Lies low on the horizon

Erasing the low hills

Obliterating all landmarks 

The greyish gumtrees lining the street

Regain a sudden greenness 

Against this bleak backdrop

Their leaves hanging

Waiting for a breath of fresh air

That does not come

The smell of burning eucalyptus is prevalent

The taste of ashes fills one's mouth

For the greyness is smoke

From the summer fires 

Carried by the hot scorching winds

Roaring companions of the heat wave

Waiting is the name of the game

Waiting for the wind to change

Waiting for news 

Waiting for the weather change

Waiting for the temperature to drop

Waiting for the rain

Waiting for happenings outside our control!

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Heat wave night

The night didn't offer any respite

Sleep escaped us 

Sweating on the bed

During its scorching hours

The parching howling wind 

Carried only restless exhaustion

And untold degrees to its bite

Hot it was, hot it stayed

By morning it was already

Too torrid for the dawn choir

Only Silence met the blazing sun.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Dragonfly

Dragonfly heedlessly darting across the path

Translucent wings

Long phosphorescent body

Shimmering in the sunset air

Tracing evanescent arabesques 

Angel of death.

Butterfly senselessly fluttering here and there

Opalescent scaly wings

Stout body carried on the wind

Frenzied visits of empty corollas

In the vain search of nectar

Carrier of lost souls.

Why do we, miserable beings that we are,

Imbue beautiful creatures with our angst?

Why can't we enjoy Nature for itself

Admit to the existence of beauty and ugliness 

Too often going  hand in hand,

The perpetual transience renewed for ever

Without loading it with dread?

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Love bridge

The bridge smoothes Love's path

 Linking the two arches together

Above Amour's fluid chasm 

Meeting half way 

Hand in hand looking 

The swift water underneath

Full of promises and threats

A love lock is bought

To make sure this moment stays eternal

Names are  written, chained to the rail

And the key thrown away

In the muddy waters of life

Tis a love never to be released

And such a burden for the bridge.

 

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

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