The Sun's Morning

The suns snout peers above an early horizon
Sniffing capricious winds that flow nor western
Palsied pines rise from their slumber
Wise to the storm clouds waiting in numbers

Sunshine spatters through truculent pine trees
A mushroom of stone slides, undulates side ways
A triumvirate of black cockatoo’s cautiously crepitate
“you-forgot-them-shoes-again-ol-mate…”

Sunlight veils through sheets of water
Glitching like yohimbine on a virgin daughter
Russet sea weed, washed upon the shore
The clouds of yesterday are together no more