nature’s harmony
musical notes from the plants
guided by the Bees
Category: Poetry
Words with the Moon
Each day, grey hair falls from
a place once full of colours.
I am reminded of invisibility,
the way I fade into the light.
Within the moon’s darkness
I become increasingly visible.
The garden knows who I am,
and a soft breeze touches me.
The moon and I, we made
a pact of sorts
within the depths of the night.
She, the moon
takes my invisibility from me,
for words with her.
Our discussion ends by the
movement of many clouds.
A breeze becomes a wind,
to accompany the thunder.
The fallen grey hairs begin
their journey into the night.
I enter the house of words,
to travel the colours of sleep.
When the grey of day arrives,
from the moon-lit night,
our words will carry me along.
The Past
Sweet memories of
of the rose-coloured past.
They became dead roses.
Potty Heart
Take my broken heart,
place it within a pot plant
watch my heart blossom
Walking Vibes
Walking for the vibes
neighbours turn away from me
The vibes become mixed
Inverted cross on my tee
grey unbrushed hair on my head
Outside is Too Much
Walking ten feet in nature,
deciding that exertion is overrated –
The neighbours look over.
Taking this waddle inside
to find the coffee plunger unclean –
The sponge is too much.
Water runs into the kettle,
the electricity switch provides vibes –
My cup is ready to receive.
Your World
the vibrant colours of the sky
several moods from sunrise to sunset
we watch the way clouds move
the coming of a storm brings excitement
you do not find joy in the sky
seeing no beauty through cataract eyes
School Kids
The splendour of a sunrise
as Summer turns to Autumn.
We look to the quiet hills
and breathe in the morning air.
In our hearts, the rain falls low,
grieving for the unknown kids.
Their imagined grey faces,
shells of so many futures.
The Summer Breeze
a distant glowing
an enchanted house nestled
within the old trees
a breeze moves the Tanzaku
Fireflies light the Furin way
Week Night
The absence of leaves
the quiet city streets of
Nature’s dark absence
The moon finds a space
He walks by rows of closed shops
of midnight Melbourne
A plain tree lingers
passion fleeting on King Street
He feels emptiness
C & K 