Tropics Poem by Paul Butters

Sun sucked sultriness seduces the dust strewn desert sands.
Rumbling jungle jugulars,
Teeming streams full of bream-dreams,
Radiate irregularly from the oasis:
Fading like filtering fog,
Evaporating into the hazy heavens.

Craggy mountains look down,
Upon toppling palaces,
Crumbling temples
Bound by weathered walls.

Nature nurtures nocturnal noise,
And rules the roost,
Invading everywhere eventually,
With searching fingers
Of Life.

A golden multi-coloured sunset
Closes every day
Below a cool blue skydome,
Speckled by The Milky Way.


PB or Skryboss

(C) Yorkshire, Tuesday 18\11\09 at 15.30.