Standing at the Warragul Train Station listening to the rain.

We feel the chill of Autumn in Summer, as it is 12 Degrees Celsius.


Poetry | Stories | Photography
The many, the masses,
never look upwards.
There is the sky, patterns,
and ceilings of Filigree up there.
The many, the masses,
looking towards nothing.
There.
Up there is where
I go often;
looking upwards,
when they look towards nothing.


You walked in the busy city, stopping to wait for the right light.
A quick snap below of what’s above, reminds you of Winter’s day.
Looking back, you stare at the image of Melbourne town.
There is a silent way about the grey; a stillness in the sky.
Perhaps you will again see Melbourne moving on a winter’s day.
Howling from the forest,
Wintertime is on the way.
A sea breeze turns wild,
Clouds move overhead.
Woods once silent, now
move in urgency to the sky.
Many crows do fly across the sky,
To show us a Portent of death.
Another day for Squares.
As the theme this month is Up, I’m going back to a visit to Prom Country Cheese located in South Gippsland.
I do love their cheese, so I’m very happy to share the photos of their lovely part of the world.




To sail my ship on your churning waves,
feeling the turbulence of your will, the struggles.
Weathering the storms to enter your port,
sailing wildly into your heart to never sail again.

I often let the words speak for themselves. However, I do enjoy a bit of amateur photography now and then.
I found Squares, which gives me the ability to share some of my random photos.
The theme this month is Up.
I took two photos on two different days, standing at the corner of Collins Street and King Street in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. The year was 2019, and this was the last time I saw a Winter in Melbourne due to Covid-19.
I look forward to seeing another Winter in Melbourne in 2021.


A full moon illuminates the bioluminescent sea;
calm before the waves were wild and free.
We jump into a dingy and take a tour of the sea,
to see how the light shines just for you and me.
A jellyfish dances below us in the luminous sea,
then you make a funny face, and you laugh at me.
We set a path for the shore as we admire the sea,
you and I silent thinking of the ring you gave me.
Sunlight moves in to shine a ray of
heated light through the window.
Sitting at your table, thinking about
how you used to stand, talk, smile.
A bowl of fruit on the table matches
the fruit pattern on the sink tiles.
A nook where you stood and made
a cuppa while we talked about life.
Sitting in your kitchen thinking about
all these moments we didn’t cherish.
Sunlight starts moving away from the table
as the sunset turns the sky pink and grey.