Innocuous-looking deep blue skies
Greet us daily as we rise
But behind that baby blue – beware
Intensive sun can cause a scare.
Heat cannot be seen, just felt
In no time we begin to melt
The odd cloud like a bit of fluff
Gives the sky’s blue shirt a cuff.
The wind gets up and ruffles trees
It’s what you might call a stiff breeze
It suggests to me a cooling down
But danger threatens all around.
There are those whose chief delight
Is wilfully setting scrub alight
A scorched policy in all but name
We fear being engulfed by flame!
Oz fire trucks wait on red alert
As a lightning flash could really hurt
A sudden blaze fuelled by the breeze
Could bring the city to its knees.
(c) Poet in the woods 2013