C & K

Snow in Australia

the deep Winter day
hanging frost from the window
a single snowflake
falls where we never see snow
a picture of snow falling

rain is now a dream
the speaker plays a rain tune
imagined feeling

whipping winter winds
watching the washing dancing
weary from working

insignificant at the computer
no room to stop the reels from rolling
you ask AI for deep thoughts

unable to stop the voice of AI
the voice that never tells you the truth
consciousness becomes Meh

the stillness of frost
between the night and morning
ice on the windscreen
in the north, they find summer
the winter comes; spring can wait

a wee ship set sail
o’er the rough waves to Bass Strait
like coins in a jar
the angry sea longs for lives
no lighthouse to calm their nerves

within the umbra
a no one becomes someone
ungodly spells move
fear leaves your decrepit soul
embracing capitalism

a falling sunbeam
across the computer screen
cappuccino time

remnants of plunger coffee
the washing and dryer blues
empty pegs on the clothesline

the moments of reflection
a longing for the rain clouds
this land cries out in the drought

burnt by the sun in winter
a fleeting glimpse of freedom
the sun makes way for the frost

under the full moon
not wanting to say goodbye
on that final day
doing deals with the divine
soul sale for another day