Lovely eyes
so full of light
A soft heart
alive at night
By the Winter moon
within clouded starlight
Do not go too soon
dancing in the moonlight
Beautiful flower
a charmer of the night
Womanly power
take me into the light
Tag: winter
Winter Nose
watching the last colours
grey, mauve, dirty white
distant layers of lost coral
disconnected in the dark
the tip of my nose feels cold
a quiet feeling at five pm
the coral layers are no more
between twilight and the night
my whole nose is cold now
Very Short Story: The Snarl
Spring is on the wind, flowers begin to bloom, and the day is new.
Walking to remember the Winter you cannot forget, walking to shed some of the much-loved Winter calories.
Passing by a new neighbour, the dog greets you with a smile and the neighbour a snarl.
Anthomania
Overcome by Anthomania,
Springtime vibes on the warming breeze.
Early buds will soon bloom,
Wintertime comes to the Southern lands.
Missing Melbourne
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.
The Change
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.
Square Up: Melbourne Winter Blue and Grey
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.
Winter Moon
Feeling the forest closing in,
Snowflakes fall on my face.
A wolf calls to say, “Let’s play”;
A bear hidden snores loudly.
Feeling the pull of energy,
being pulled towards her.
The pull of the Winter moon,
her energy overpowers my will;
moving towards a new chapter.
The Mist
Standing still
feeling the mist
as the forest breathes
in the coming of winter
Under the Sky
The black heart of summer moves in the sun,
the light soul of winter moves in the snow;
white hands of lily move in the rain,
dark feet of onyx move in the mist.
Black and white,
light and dark;
all the same
under the sky.
C & K 