The road

  The road

        to bougainvillea sunrise

        beneath native cherry trees

        is a dark shaft of air

        mined by first trucks

        from the vineyards,

        blasting silence

        and setting off

        a backyard dog

        still chained to night

        into a sharp shudder of noise,

        before the blast

        and hot cataracts of light

        a myriad ignition of flames

        and fall of petalled fire

        Elizabeth Angus

                                Hawaiian Torch

        before a detonation

                                         of the sun

 These poems are from my new collection IN THE APRICOT DARKNESS (view the cover and contents below in my recent posts). They are now being published individually, daily under 'recent posts' on my blog and will be available shortly as an eBook that can be read online or downloaded for free.