Best friend sleepover

allows a sunday morning

hike of just us two.

.

Butterflies flitted

in sync with soca music

wafting through the breeze.

.

Carnival fetes have

begun, flamboyant costumes

even in forest.

.

Trinidadian

sunlight in January

turns forest ablaze.

.

Making even the

humblest of flowers rise

up in allegiance.

.

Brazen sunlight barges in

shy grey bird softly alights

island sunday morn.

.

.

Endless crimson field 

of sorrel stretches and yawns

as the day wakes up.

.

Mysterious pods

hang perfectly still, as though

they will never burst.

.

.
With banana leaf 

wings and  rusted gear halo

I greet the morning.

(photo credit to Junie Pereira)

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