Winter 2019 at the corner of Collins Street and King Street, 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.
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.
I often let the words speak for themselves. However, I do enjoy a bit of amateur photography now and then.
Squares, which gives me the ability to share some of my random photos.
The theme this month is
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.
Melbourne in Winter: Blue
Melbourne in Winter: Grey
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.
black heart of summer moves in the sun,
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.
I don’t dream of summer
I only dream of our winter
Wild wind of winter moving
Wildly moving into our bones
You laugh at the trees and snow
I laugh at the playful snow on skin
In this eccentric winter we laugh on
Forgetting spring will come too soon
Winter holds you frozen within her frosty grasp,
for she’s waited so long for jealous Autumn to go.
Your heart beats slow in her cold wild arms,
yet she knows Autumn’s fate will be her own.
The snow falls on to your hair and face to warm you,
as Winter dances her wild cold dance around you.
You love the way the snow makes your body feel,
for your heart is ice and your veins beat glacial water.
Sleep takes you into Winter’s slender arms again,
yet when you wake the sun shines down on you.
In the ice, you lay as your heart starts to melt;
then as you look left and then right you see.
You slept within the pines last night to your dismay,
only to find you did sleep between the Snowdrops.
The Snowdrops remind your heart that love is well,
as the shoots rise up from the ice to find the sun.
blood drips from the knife
such beauty winter graces
she stands in the sea of pines
a silent face within the snow
dripping red on to white
a merlot or is it a shiraz?
he will never know love’s taste
stabbed to death in the snow