Nature Thoughts

Gusty Sunday

A wild gust of wind
The clothes line takes out the plants
Dress over my head

Ladybugs around
They revolve around your seat
Apple tarts arrive

leaves fall in the night
the thrum of the forest drums
wild tribal dancing

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