Kaleidoscope: Flights of Fancy
We are sad today,
Watermelon moon hangs low:
Winter is coming.
Ghouls and ghosts are out abroad,
Bonfires blazing in the sky.
Placid pup looks sad,
Cats are tigers hunting mice:
Our toast is sticky.
Thorns, berries above mud, snow:
Clear blue skies assault noses.
What in life is true?
What around us is falsehood?
You need evidence!
Trees are out, the shoppers too,
Christmas time creates good will.
Tennis, a good game,
Football, the sport of nations:
This is not cricket.
First shoots of warmth and colour,
Longer days, shorter nights: hope.
The green creature smiles;
An extra-terrestrial,
Laughing at the earth.
Upside down in warmth, down tools,
Brush bench, pour drink, relax, bask.
On the beach laid back,
Sun shining, but not for long,
Down comes rain, run quick!
Colourful leaves drifting,
How sad to be rejected.
