Rain Daisies & Redcurrants

Colour splash –

a sort-of,

raspberry coulis –

fringes the Western Cape of

dusty corners,

their heat-heavy blossoms rooted

at the very edge of spring.

 

Our yellow glob wakes

and blisters

the fleshy sheath

of dry land,

an old frost thawing

to quell the dirt’s thirst.

 

Us poor slugs

are just hapless & fat,

but as a curious crowd collects

like a snug of kids beneath

leaves of a strawberry field,

a mouthful of giggles

is our giveaway.