Shine For The Carnival
The sun shines brighter
For all the brightest days
Then music can shine too
Prefacing the merriment
In the street when two days
The sun shines brighter
Then the gustiness
Carry more dust held tightly
For all the brightest days
A season so dry
Carefree and full of humour
Then music can shine too
© gillena cox 2026
HOT DRY HEAT
The flowers bloom,
Obvlious of the heat,
The hardy ones;
Like bougainvillea,
And ixora.
The sky is bright,
A blue sky for sure,
Cumulus; like bagged
Cotton candy at a fair,
The flowers bloom.
Some with thorns,
Some without,
Isn't life like that,
For those pretty ones?
The sky is bright.
You just have to look up;
What is it about azure,
The colour of wonder,
And of blooms,
Some with thorns.
Like barbed wire,
Keeping out,
And sometimes keeping in
Screams, even when
You just have to look up.
Those fearless birds,
Tired of chirping,
Sit and rest;
Some even preen on lines,
Like barbed wire
© gillena cox 2024
