It's Spring in Northern Rivers
and the jacaranda's out.
The sky is wide light blue,
the ocean's warming up.
The boys are in their singlets,
displaying their tattoos.
The girls are in their pretties
with short and floaty skirts.
The breeze is fresh and playful.
I'm eating fish and chips.
The only kind of gravity
I'm conscious of today
is that which holds me to this ground
where I am glad to be.
The Midweek Motif at Poets United this week is Gravity.
(I'm calling this a 'sonnet variant' because, while it's not one of the recognised sonnet forms, neither is it free verse exactly – and it does have some sonnet features.)
