Trees move
and whisper with the wind.
Stars fill
the sky with light wonder.
Moonlight
soft as a caress, a whisper.
Shadows
gather and move in wonder.
Autumn,
whispers softly to the wind.
Category: Nature Poetry
The Hermit
A room sits amongst the trees.
More box, less room; hidden away.
Within the room lives a Hermit
who loves the company of no one,
nothing; only birds, animals, and spirits
give the Hermit joy and sunshine.
A room so big on the inside, and
so small on the outside; a palace.
Around the room, birds flutter and
poop on the skylight. Trees sway to and
fro in time with the seasons, and burrows
hide wombats, possums, plump creatures.
A room sits in amongst the trees.
More palace, less room; hidden away.
Joik
The Joik begins.
I feel the cold sea
taking me away.
Taken on a journey
from my chair,
moving on the wind.
The song continues.
I touch your land,
feel the falling snow,
swim in the cold sea;
finding lost things.
The Joik ends.
I never left my chair,
yet I’m different;
I play your song again.
Zen & Starlight
Letting the self go,
sitting staring at the sky,
feeling the firelight.
Letting the conversation
flow between zen and starlight.
Mt Baw Baw in Summer
Australian Landscapes
Big stars burn down from the sky,
the moonlights part of the way.
Bronzed grass lines the streetscape,
this land is crisping under the sun.
Blossoms on the breeze do smell,
as a lost memory emerges, forms.
Big stars burn down from the sky,
the moonlights part of the way,
so, I walk to the end of the street.
Black sky, big stars, a bright moon;
the hills sit in luminous shadows,
no cows moo at this time of night.
Bronzed grass lines the darkened
hills flowing beyond the shadows,
to remind me of other landscapes.
Blossoms on the breeze do smell,
reminding me of the landscapes
of my life, and how the landscapes
of this land changed me over time;
how this land’s landscapes change.
Farm Visit
Another day for Squares.
As the theme this month is Up, I’m going back to a visit to Prom Country Cheese located in South Gippsland.
I do love their cheese, so I’m very happy to share the photos of their lovely part of the world.
Philosophical Flower
The flower asked a bee, “When will the world end?” The bee looked dumbfounded, then buzzed away.
Perplexed, the flower asked a spider: there was only silence.
Then a cat sniffed at her petals. She asked the cat the same question. It seemed to prevaricate any response, then pissed on her stem.
Birds
Tall trees hide many birds,
as we walk into the forest.
Unfamiliar bird chattering,
puts our quiet time to rest.
Onward we go dreaming,
wishing for the old times.
We spread out rugs, food;
looking up, down, around.
A bird pounces: one, two;
bread slices disappearing.
Another bird pounces soft;
fruit pieces are vanishing.
We nibble on what is left,
photographing the birds.
Memories
Photo – Thensure Yang
Memories move through my mind,
reminding me of what we used to do.
Sunday times at Lake Tinaroo,
when a paddleboat fit more than two.
A Summer’s day at Yorkeys Knob,
swimming in nets and dreaming away.
Looking at this view I remember
all the remade childhood good times.
Yet the bad dreams move away,
just like the fade of this soft short day.
