backyard saturday

The world is whistling,
chittering, chattering,
twittering and humming
as a barely-breeze riffles
through trees above me:
red-tipped limbs
of eucalyptus framed
by the vibrant green
of maple leaves, and
one lone insect
glowing golden,
a minuscule helicopter
shot through with sun,
rising slowly
to lift and light
on fluorescent foliage
above my sleepy head.
On this drowsy day
at the end
of a hectic week,
an island of time
amid a sea of troubles,
I am wrapped
and folded into
ample arms
and rocked by
empyreal lullabies.

Liz McFadzean