ETNA FROM GIARDINI NAXOS... (My poem written about a holiday to Sicily...)

 Etna From Giardini Naxos…

(From a visit in June 2012…)

Churlish, it beckoned dabs of high cloud

And swirled them about itself to hide its furnace,

Disguising ashen grey gloom,

Then spoiling dappled patches of late spring snow.

Skittish, it scattered loops of damp cloud

And hurled them beyond itself to signal its might,

Disposing leaden, puffed doom,

Then embroiling rippled snatches of lava’s imminent flow…

Pete Ray…