The olives sigh, and languidly lift <br />Branches laden with sun-filled fruit. <br />Heated breezes caress once more swollen globes. <br />Grapes hang mournful on forgotten stem <br />As Autumn flaunts her bounty midst the Corfu roads. <br />The Island smiles. <br /> <br /> <br />The ageless quiet in grove and shady glen <br />Reaches out toward eternal shore, <br />Where sleeping lizards bask in Autumn's warmth, <br />And skuttling as foot scuffs rock, they hide <br />In hushed and waiting freeze 'til safe once more. <br />The Isle. beguiles. <br /> <br /> <br />Twixt honking horns and tourist ridden blare <br />Of deafening noise, another sound <br />Ominously hangs upon sultry air. <br />As from mountain top the rumble breaks <br />And tosses claps like cabers all around. <br />The Island's riled. <br /> <br /> <br />The storm errupts, and heaven alights with <br />Dazzling colours of electric hue, <br />The torrent lashes fury in one pure <br />Fervent hour, drenching thirsty ground with <br />Hard and angry flood, then, cleaned and sparkling new <br />The Island sleeps again.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-corfu/
