A robin-egg sky spans the indigo sea, the islands
a smudge blocking the view to beyond.
A pod of blue whales ploughs the channel.
Jacarandas’ last livid blooms speckle the sidewalks.
Bougainvillea riots the walls.
After day’s relentless sun, evening’s soft light sifts
through the strong-limbed oaks. Blue
shadows the rim of my meadow. A feathering breeze.
Strands of bright lanterns, veridian, saffron
and cobalt, a burble of voices, the clack
of bocce at summer’s feast nights.
But there is this too—
craving for rain as the earth hardens, the lush
grasses of spring flatten to ochre, thirst
for a cloud-burst to break the monotony
of months’ cerulean air.
Originally published in the Summer 2018 issue of Santa Barbara Seasons Magazine.