The Veranda
Deur paul Olivier
The sweet smell of Jasmine
The bottlebrush burst in red
The royal purple and heavenly shapes of Irises
New leaves being born
like butterflies seeing the light for the first time
dancers in a fetus mourn
Slowly breaking invisible ropes
till they can dance in a frantic storm
Birds out of winter hiding
Playful in their flying
Cheerful in their singing
Bright silverlined clouds drifting past
Breaking up the silent sun
a darker shade over the picture cast
and as if the cloud bride pulls a vial
The bright light and joyest colours return
Bringing an end to natures yearn
Thin new branches
embraced by new greens of spring
Stroked by a gentle breeze
Waving
Waving
Waving
like a left behind lover in a port
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Paul Olivier
28 September 2000