Apple Tree Memories

Picked apples fill up a bucket
the warm sun burns the day away

the dress you wore last year
and the year before last;
still, it remains your favourite

Unpicked apples line the arbour
you think back to your kids
playing on a sunny day like today

yet now they are older
such joys that they held dear
now only for the fools

Picked apples sit abandoned
barefoot and twirling
immersed in the glory days

Twirling a wish for another love
singing to the parrots
A wombat looks ready for sleep

The moment passes
you pick up the bucket
back to your empty kitchen

Perhaps you’ll make an apple pie
the eldest son loves them
maybe he will come to visit soon

Sunny Love

Licking the inside of my lips
watching the scent of her uncut flowers

Blowing daffodil hair in the breeze

Aching for a kiss, to be kissed
such beauty in the urbanised garden 

Is she the witch from all of those stories?
intensifying scents blur my vision

She moves closer, and closer, and closer
amongst the long grass, I am defenceless 

Gone from the consciousness of the living
she is present, yet there remains nothing else

The natural world appears to be vibrating
I am under her spell, her control
She straddled me and won't let me be free

Alone in the long grass
awake from a dream, or was this reality?
Dishevelled and soaked
my shoes have left me to feel the grass
Birds sing about something
Lipstick kisses on my feet and hands

Fresh Cut Grass

A springtime feeling.
Green grass growing,
mellow sunshine,
& blooming flowers.

A Monet in motion.
Crickets make music,
birds chat & gossip,
& random cats stalk.

A cup of tea afternoon.
Gathering your thoughts,
staring at the backyard,
& smelling fresh cut grass.

A Monet in motion.
Crickets make music,
birds chat & gossip,
& random cats stalk.

A cup of tea afternoon.
Gathering your thoughts,
staring at the backyard,
& smelling fresh cut grass.