The truculent sun
escapes cloud guard
& serves us day

over green bonnet trees
that birth false fruit
where wasps crawl.

Now the roads fill
with rioting flax,
rose rays, rude rain -

there's too much life -
the world's heart is burst,
blonde-broken sobs.

The idea came
to my mind
it crystallised
in my heart
feelings began
to suffuse
words broke
into verse-
to be hidden
they did refuse-
the creative muse
is an endless wonder:
fiery, fearless, dauntless
and uncompromising
it can't be defused!