Quadrille Summersault
The circus is coming
She will be going
What better event to enjoy
Now school vacation is here
Tickets already bought
Expectations riding high
Therre'll be lions and tigers
And rings of fire
The clowns will certainly
Do their summersaults
The circus is coming
" Really captain, must we do this now?"
"Aye Mr Marvelous, warp speed!, The Perseid meteor shower is on the rise and her glistening shafts will pierce the galactic bed in a matter of mere nanoseconds."
"It is what it is captain; everyday unfurls as it must; here we go then, to warp speed. Then we can all have a cup of tea"
Don't want to have us falling out of the sky like birds chased by Zeus."
© gillena cox 2024
Here Come The Dawn
Is night the passing of respite,
A little space to dream
with eyes closed and minds
Open to existing realms unseen?
Or is there wonder too
In the every day of dawning,
Close to the bosoms of awe,
A miracle of restart bringing?
Yes! the dawn is worth the hope,
The chance to continue or,
To delete and start again,
The inspiration of plan-to-make,
Of futures to carve out,
Dreams to sketch a blueprint,
Of ways forward to future,
Dare to give to today a hint.
That startup time, that nuance
Of newness, is the dawn we await
With its silent preface;
Then patterns of birdsongs, to
Fillow on the heels to blue sky,
Where clouds quietly drifting,
All embracing coverage,
And morning moon fading.
The twinkling of night,
The shadows and silhouettes,
The neon flashes,
All must kowtow to the transience
Of dawn;
The middling phase of; its here,
See? a new day.
It has come from no where.
© gillena cox 2024
One Light
There is just one light
in morning's sky, silent
With clouds the colour of charcoal,
And a breeze cooling as melon;
Find me a space here,
tucked into the silence,
I will stay a little longer;
Waiting for at least,
One bird to sing.
© gillena cox 2024
