The sun rises through the eucalyptus,
Waits till I pay attention,
Then gently pours warmth on my shoulders,
Paints tiny rainbows on my lashes
To make me smile,
Then monster shadows with silly ears
To make me laugh.
He climbs a little higher,
to throw sparkles on silver hair,
And warm a dream or two in a pale blue sky.
A song bird starts warbling,
Insisting on two notes
As pink oleanders swing to its measure.
A jay squawks a warning
Somewhere up in the pine.
‘I waited for you’, the sun tells the dove
Who flew in on the breeze,
Enticed by pretty berries,
A smell of late Summer,
and a scent of sweetness.
‘You are delightful’ he whispers
to the bougainvillea still seducing bees
with her last blossoms.
The sun then sweeps across the bay,
Pours dusty greens and blues on the Maures,
Then gazes at the Med in a dream of her own,
Drawing lines and curls in pale shades of cloud.
‘But you my dear’, he says smoothing
Some white satin ripples with
a light touch, ‘I simply adore’.
And she flashes her bluest smile.