There’s no doubt

 There’s no doubt

When grass crackles

Under your feet

There’s no doubt

Scorching Summer is here

No need of a calendar.

When hot winds blow

Temperature raking up

There’s no doubt 

Fire season is open

Be prepared!

When the dam noticeably 

Loses water by the day

There’s no doubt

Drought is coming

La Niña or not! 

Seasons follow each other

A brutal summer can spring

In the footsteps of a soft spring

There’s no doubt

Nature is volatile!

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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  Crossing the void of my mind

Walking the tightrope 

Of mindlessness 

Balancing above the vacuum

From one hand to the other

Anxiety is growing

There’s no net 

To catch my fall!

Lucette C. Bailliet

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Photo prompt from A poet’s Haven

Melbourne Cup 2020

 Melbourne Cup day 2020

After thirteen weeks of lockdown

I bought myself a fascinator

Had to celebrate the spring festival 

Don’t drink, don’t bet

So I might as well enjoy it!

Perched on my head 

Fluttering in the breeze

Delicate but strong enough

To make a statement

I shout “ fuck you  2020”.

Lucette. C. Bailliet

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