Monday
Butterfly season
clouds of common browns rise from the leaflitter
swirling through the summer-holiday scented air
Tuesday
The overwhelming complexity of city air:
hot concrete scented steam rising from the pavement
mingles with traffic fumes, jasmine, pine mulch and exotic dinners
Wednesday
Rain, rain, and again rain:
the satisfying scent of brown water as it overspills creek and dam
overlaid with the clean breath of eucalyptus
Thursday
wet leaves glint
in the fresh-washed sunlight, the air smells blue
and a snippet of rainbow hangs in the clouds
Friday
butterflies again,
brown wings slowly beating, as they sip sweetness from the
scraggly roadside Sifton bush