Stormy Mind Set

stagnant the only word

describing the lack of

variety in the sky

everyday humidity burns

reveals the sun’s teeth

bite bite biting flesh

tearing at the fragile fragments

of sleep deprived demented minds


they call this summer


memory regurgitates storms

lightning bouncing off the ground

like illuminated golf balls

on a downward trajectory

arcing, descending, splattering forces

mixed with hail and cats and dogs and frogs

and thunder rumbling underneath

the collective heat-drained sigh

of people, birds and restless trees


drinking it all in




Copyright January 2019

Five5 – 31



what are your plans for tonight?

she asks as she weighs my peaches

nothing, I say, I hate new year’s eve

hastily adding, so as to seem less curmudgeonly, I do love christmas and easter

and, whispering softly so only I can hear, thunderstorms and stormy skies



Copyright December 2017

Sky Games

the ceiling fan

churns the humid air

a downward spiral of relief

for the storms have stayed inland again

moving parallel to the coast

as they bluster their way north

from my chair I can hear

the distant crash of thunder

I imagine the lightning striking down

and rejoice in the humidity

too wet for bushfires I think

the long humid days of summer

began about a month ago

when spring died an early death

and the sky gods started to play their games of war



Copyright Dec 2015


On the cusp of dusk

The rain comes

At first on dainty little feet it treads

Dampening the grass with tiny steps

Then as its anger seems to grow

It pelts all with a mighty roar of defiance

As if this dry earth stands in the way of greater things



Copyright January 2015