A Second Chance

By Frances Macaulay Forde

Sat, 16 Aug 2025
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A Second Chance

 

Hearing a Corella cry as it flies across

grey skies, Anticipating the squall, clear

showers of life. Gutters flow from Heaven

to Earth, giving birth to clean growth.

 

The sudden green as parched soil erupts

with change. A fresh day, sun rays, lines

of pinks or orange, pale to bright blue, herald

the new; a promise of happiness to come.

 

Painting walls, making beds, cooking meals

together. Taking note of all the colours

in our lives, remembering that single white

Corella, we still watch the storm, together.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2016

Certificate 18
Poem
Written in Australia
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You evoke the excitement of an approaching storm, which is so apt for my part of the world. The only green comes from the trees where I live, there's been no decent rain for such a long time.

Loved your poem Frances.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Frances Macaula... on

Thank you so much, Jenny, for reading and the comment.  Stay safe. :-)

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