Painting umbrellas in my troubled mind,
While urgent rain cascades like lover's tears,
Pebbled sidewalks lie distorted, in arcane kind,
Rainbowed promises falsely soothe my foolish fears.

Along life's perilous nunatak path I wander,
Sparrows flutter helpless in the freezing rain,
Tragic life with all its perfumed dreams I ponder,
As embattled odes conjure ruthless haste again.

"What now?" Spirits querie with sombre tone,
Golden leaves ashimmer, before autumn's gone,
Far across a cajoling sea in the magpie zone,
Spring lifts its vibrant head, e're summer sings its fragrant song.

Now winter storms through my fervent mind,
Cold ice and snow chill my furrowed brow,
Beyond this frigid realm Jacaranda bloom, in purplish kind,
While raging squalls besiege that soft southern mow.

If tenants rent this mindful space,
If vagrants rove this vacant place,
If drifters tread this tattered grace,
Then umbrage piques this pious case.

Still these seasons forebode a coming reign,
Phantom aurora sweeps across a wavering stage,
Seasoned thoughts inspire thoughtless gain,
Still crass, moonstruck calamities, so calloused, rage.

Beyond that tropic, past Antarctic glacial guild,
Beyond jungle thoughts, that insipid dreams instill,
Beyond parched desert climes, that withered notions build,
I stumble blind and anguished, frosted by love's biting chill.

"But then . . . !" Spirit choirs prompt in unison,
Monstrous, hungry whales breach, an iceberg sea,
Hunting tigers, silent tread, their jungle run,
Vipers masquerade, as branches, on the sacred  tree.

Stepping into a void, where darkness dwells,
Flying into the sun, where mysteries are born,
Like Jonah floundered, by giant ocean swells,
Like Icarus discovering, how array is shorn.

Seasoned elements remain, imprinted on my harried soul,
Spirits embellish nightmare screams, ignite Brimstone's furied horn,
Demons cast rakish shadows, 'cross Hell's abstruse shoal,
Angels clash with frenzied fiends,  hellions, supernatural borne.

So arcane love distorts this wicked reflection,
While lover's cries, rampage with thunderous inflection,
Those ribboned sidewalks, pebbled with  distorted fears,
Promising summer song, astride life's many years.

Hope instills a sacred love,
Faith compels the soul to quest,
Dreaming wisdom from above,
As mercy sends the deep to rest.

Thus in my checkered thoughts and dreams,
Life's joyous glory wanes, or so it seems,
Yet seasoned parks, bathed in divine bluebell flowers,
Wake umbrella memories, of painted rainbow towers.