Nature Thoughts

Leaf Sleeping Therapy

wind moves the branches
fast asleep in the lush leaves
a stirring approach
eyes open slowly to see
a ray of light from somewhere

Big Red Desert Waves
the rippling arid sand dunes
An ancient sunset

within the wildfires
Their hopes and dreams turned to ash
The Banksia sings

imperfect roses
scrutiny and muffled sighs
Refund our money

drums from the forest
Nature’s bass is low and deep
ancient vibrations
The humans from long ago
Their spirits fill the forest

Moss has grown between the cracks
of the path, shrouded in many Winter fogs.

My heart was lost to the sea long ago,
so I walk the path like a forgotten wraith.

Many have come to this place and died
of the fright they feel within their hearts.

My moss heart longs for death.

Honey Bee Buzzing
Hanging around like a rose
High on her nectar
Immunity to her sting
Irresistible temptress

sweeping windy night
a trace of the wilderness
sipping something sweet

light rain starts and stops
to hear the heavy rainfall
distant memory
many cursed the rainy days
the cost of our ignorance

She left the laundry on the clothesline until 9 pm, giving herself an excuse to go outside and look up at the moon.

Standing there watching the sky.

The moon appears among clouds like the moon from her memory, evoking feelings of a new beginning or ending.