clematis twisting around the neigbour's tree
iridescent purple blooming between heavy ripe oranges

seasons within

I am in anger
the hot summer sun
scorching a blazing path
through the unprotected grass

I am in love
the winter hearth
of cocoa, presents and laughter
snuggled up close

I am in melancholy
the crimson leaf
balanced on a breath of wind
between clinging and falling

I am in joy
the growing mystery
of tender spring roots
touching life within

I am no one season
but a shifting landscape
of rain, sun and snow
mirroring the facets of my soul

perspective (or ungrateful little modern girl)

when i sigh about the time-consuming nature of laundry
i must remember
the machine does all the hard work
and the clean water piped into my patio
makes it possible

sluggish morning

the generator at the top
chugs in time
to my laboured steps up the hill

granadilla

perfectly round shell
deceiving in its orange-like appearance
its hard exterior resists my fingernails 

crack
rip

the top tears off
revealing a coagulated mass of black seeds
individually encased in a gelatinous bubble

slurp
crunch

delicious between my teeth

a hi-vis vest
over his smart white shirt,
he stands every morning in traffic
a blue pad-locked Salvation Army box in hand
sunglasses and a smile on his face

pedestrian's commute

car horns accompany my footfalls.
bright-red, 4-door cars
assume I'm only on foot
because I haven't yet found
an available taxi