Blackheath, New South Wales
Look at this weather!
Darling daffodils fry in heat.
Winsome cherry blossoms wind-shattered on the gravel.
Vegetable gardens melt in sizzling temperate madness.
Grannies’ Bonnets suspend their heads in confusion. Then,
on the other-side of midnight,
Mist-rain washes view.
Blankets the land. No sun peeps through.
Bio: Virginia calls this piece a Fibonacci poem about today’s weather. She has more poems available in her book Escarpment on Amazon, Smashwords, Angus & Roberston, Kindle and other outlets.