“Heat” — A Poem for Summer, Reprised for Kim Falconer :)
Heat
Birds wheel, raucous
on the cool air
that will shortly burn away
as sun muscles
through the tracery of leaves
outside my window, its
heat hurled like arrows
shot by some elder god,
harsher than the cacophony
of birds darting
through the green, their wings
limned against a blue
that is already transmuting
from crystal to crucible
as dawn evaporates
into the vanishing point
of summer…
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© Helen Lowe
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The current NZ summer is under the sway of the sou’wester, which means it’s cool and bleak — but friend and fellow Supernatural Underground author, Kim Falconer, has been writing to me about the heat where she lives in northern New South Wales (Australia.)

The eternal sunshine of hotter climes
As this poem was written in response to exactly that heat, as experienced in Queensland, it seemed a good time to reprise it.
Otherwise, I’m busy doing tax stuff. Hardly a fun start to the new year, but it needs to be done and I prefer to get it done and dusted now, immediately following the break, rather than build up writing momentum only to stop again.

Cooler climes but still with charm — wish I was there and not doing paperwork!
So if you’re still on holiday, or having a relatively relaxed return-to-work, spare a thought for yours truly. You probably won’t find me, though, since my sector of Nu Zild is engulfed by the storm clouds of tax-related gloom and despair. (Tax and related matters being the antithesis of the Life Creative, you understand.)