Sultry Sun

 (Picture Credit - iStock - Preto Perola)

 

The sultry summer sun sucks all moisture out of the soil

To leave cracked earth: mini earthquakes

Soil crumbling into choking dust.

Brown lawns say it all.

Suffocatingly hot indoors

And baking outside.

Desert threat.

 

It’s the height of Summer

And even the wind is suddenly warm

On this humid, balmy day.

Bumble bees buzz about

On my Cotoneasters, Valerians, Geraniums

And Wild Lavatera.

Broken backed Lavatera

From a deluge

The other night.

 

Rather this close heat

Than the icy blasts of Winter

Better to slumber

In comfort,

Grab a cold beer

And enjoy the Sun.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 24\6\2023.

Because

 

(Schrodinger's Cat -Picture Credit - Science Alert com)

It might well be that the cosmos exists

Only because we do too

And we sense the universe around us.

It’s like Schrodinger’s Cat:

Only existing for sure when we

Open The Box.

Or that Double Slit Quantum Particle Thing

By Thomas Young

Where Quanta seem to know

When we are watching.

 

Those glorious sunrises and sunsets

What we live for

Only appear

Because we are here.

 

Without us there is soulless light

Shining upon indifferent clouds

In a realm of lifeless gas, dust

And rock.

 

We are the ones who see

The awesome beauty of the sky

And all beneath it.

The ugly stuff too.

It is ourselves who decide what is beautiful

And what is but a scar on the landscape.

 

It’s a shame that we are here

For such a fleeting moment

In the wider scope of things:

This eternity.

So we must pass the baton on

To the next generation.

 

Our only hope is that the children

Will love the world

Better than we have done.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 30\5\2023.

Haiku 3

 

Singularity

Then Big Bang inflating to

Our Universe now

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 17\4\2023.

Extremes

  (Picture Credit - Extreme Weather by Istock)

Butterflies flutter and flitter

As wasps and bees zip about.

Yet sloths hang heavy

From lofty trees

As languid lions siesta in the shade.

 

Parched, hot deserts boil like iron in a furnace

Under a merciless sun

While glaciers freeze at the poles

In the black cold dark.

 

Soft breezes whisper amongst the grass and trees

But on another day the wind howls

Like a Banshee

Tearing those trees up by the roots

In a whirling chaos.

 

A tiny ant scuttles along the ground

Unaware of the towering Giraffe above

As it stretches its head into clouds of high leaves.

 

A day of angry black clouds

Is soon followed by a clear blue ocean sky.

For anything that can happen, will happen.

So expect the unexpected.

And glory in it all.

 

Paul Butters

 

© PB 3\4\2023.