The moon hides away
we pass fluorescent Lichen
covering the trees
Category: Nature Thoughts
This Land
I contemplate rest and the feelings of a Sunday afternoon as the sun of a late Autumn day touches my skin.
From my favourite window, I sit at my desk watching the trees on the hill, the movements of an occasional cow, and the birds speaking in a foreign language.
With the accumulation of knowledge, humanity, and the experience of nature, there is a feeling of the “other” ancestors who are not my own.
This land is the land of spirituality and has a connection to many nations, yet she is losing herself to housing, commerce, and people.
I contemplate the passing afternoon with a sense of quiet, think about how I live, and realise I am becoming one of those people.
Blooming Reverie
A warm breeze moves through
the garden and the blooming trees.
Hair becomes waves of the sea,
cloth caressing skin becomes caged wings.
A Crow visits her favourite tree
with a plastic milk bottle lid for kindness.
Lost within the romance of Spring,
drifting away.
Outback Storm
red dirt on the shed
scorching heat turns to thunder
a heavy rain rinse
Roses + Bees = Naps
dew drop rose petals
bees buzz for the sweet nectar
naps in the roses
Coming Home
I am moving towards you.
Suburbia moves on as farmland relaxes my vision.
A distant mountain range and trees in the foreground; I float between the two.
The dreamy afternoon light flickers between the trees as the train moves towards you.
Nature Arrives
Walking through the office door
Me, out there in the swirling autumn leaves
Inside, a new mask for today
Trading nature and her beauty
for the chance to find meaning in a title
I feel the wind in my hair
Nature followed me
wind and leaves moving
Bewildered colleagues
The Fireflies
A sight to take my breath away,
from the tall trees,
a forest spirit or an ancient god
walks toward me.
There is no malice in her walk,
the trees bow low,
a firefly becomes many to light
her ethereal path.
Aglow in the amber firelight,
I cannot stop smiling
as the moss begins to grow
between my toes.
Moss Thoughts
Without a fuss, Autumn arrives
I feel a subtle change
I notice the softening
I wait for a year older
The moss will come for me soon
Hope from Nature
A joyful countenance
walking amongst the fairy tale snow-touched trees
A distant bird sings
a song to a plump bird singing and waiting for preening
A stillness overcomes
looking back to see footprints in the powdered snow
All the world is still
doom and gloom left at the door to appreciate nature
C & K 