The morning sky breakfasts
On peaches and raspberries, accompanied
By puffy clouds of white whipped cream
Golden treacle amber's its warm way in between
And as the sun rises higher
It becomes a glass of orange juice.
The afternoon blue sea mirrored sky
Is filled with the black and white of magpies
Circling like distant whales.
Dotted here and there are aeroplanes
Like silver surfboards, contrails like breaking waves
Then evening draws its scarlet fingers
Across the sky, shading charcoal grey
Then liquorice black shadows of trees
Upon the green dark grass.
Placing the world's palette in mourning for a night
Before painting the breakfast dawn once more.