Jennifer Lagier- Three Poems & Photos

Trade Winds

 

Island roosters are agitated, pace damp lawn,

crow off-key, feel a change in the weather.

 

With first light, breezes pick up, dance with

plumaria, hibiscus, push livid thunderheads inland.

 

The trees are unwillingly singing. Sea birds chirp,

spread the news--a big storm is coming.

 

Trade winds are all the buzz. Doves

and nervous chickens go into hiding.

 

I wake to the rattle of palm fronds,

silver spatter of downpour.

End of Adventure

 

Sunrise gifts me with gold clouds, light breezes.

It’s my last day in this once-a-year villa.

 

Morning blasts pink light through palms,

paints a lavender swath across moving ocean.

 

Vocal roosters crow as stilts and cardinals

perch on my porch chairs.

 

Broken flowers cascade from dripping trees,

litter the trail with pink and yellow confetti.

 

Showers come and go, leave unsettled sky,

a mélange of storm clouds and rainbows.

 

 

Daybreak

 

Nene geese clock in

for morning patrol.

Drab chickens deploy

to peck wet grass as

roosters crow, fluff

red and gold feathers.

 

Young honeymooners at cliff edge

admire glowing horizons,

embrace and kiss just as light

frames lanky palms, fronds

rattling in brisk ocean wind.

 

They don’t know I am watching,

a lone, barefoot woman sipping coffee

on her private lanai, unwillingly

witnessing their moment of romance.

Holding hands, the lovers disappear

down a dark trail, destination unknown.

 

Satisfied with solitary peace,

I savor paradise, contemplate wild surf

slowly washing red shoreline. It caresses

submerged coral, pristine sand, rolls

a carpet of white spindrift inland.