What say you?
Shall we dance at noon?
Sit amidst the Silvereye's
Playground of golden limbs
Crumbs picked off tables
Sparring with families
Wrens and yellow-throated
Honeyeaters, whose plumage
Blends beautifully
In the dappled grove
Of Autumn
Telling tall stories
Interspersed with gluttonous
Bursts of jam packed lips
Licked clean with cream
Tales of loves lost and found
A local muse renown
As fallen leaves we pine
For far away spring
Fawning
The moral of the story The moral of the story is not to stop going out and enjoying photographing the world. That would be rather boring and also kind of pot calling kettle. What we all need to do is to challenge ourselves a bit more. During a workshop into ethical orchid photography at the […]
Photographing Nature | Nicely
Desire as the heat emanating
From the gas stove lit - extinguished
Once realised
One can build a fire - with what?
Outside these walls' shapely diameter
Of forest elders
Glacial remains confound me
Monuments to time gone by
Tears of loss and such colder
Forming peaks and troughs
Boulders of thought crushed
Weight of centuries soft snowfall
To walk together amongst it
Not for faint hearted
Tenacity, grit resilience
Packed duvet downy feathers
Love is love is all
Winter arrives slowly
A knock on the door
One morning
Lover calling you
Back to bed
Mid June promises
Teasing along
Since they escaped
To furthest parts
Of the landscape
All summer long
Nothing to do
But wait for frost
First signs of
Pink frosted dawn
Hope she will come again
Alone
When we meet
A standing wave
Between two tidal streams
Going different ways
Treasure the friend
Whom you met
In the heart
Of the storm
Even if you never
See them again
A fountain
Drawing up from within
Pressure shouts
To the sky
Cascades fly
Cleansed by daylight
Casting spectrums
Onlookers' mouths
Open wide
Glittering delight
Only to fall
To murky depths below
Awaiting next flight
Gaping wide mouth
Where tree roots
Would dig deep
Holding still
As wide limbs above
Each to each
Arms and feet
Lungs of earth
Two years of weaving
Words of healing
For the colossal
Wound from atom bomb
Dropped without notice
On my front lawn
Wandering hands and minds
Kept still by tracing
Rainbow threads
Counting stitches
Like memories
Back and forth
In the mind
Still a dream weaver
Handing on silent wishes
In thread form
Head, hands, heart warmers
Binding you to mine
Renovating inside and out
Trading old loves
Possessions for new
Regeneration of seasons
Always changing
Yet standing still
Old growth gums waving
At your window
Since before our kind
Carved their history
Over mother earth
Tattooed seared
Grazing land
Will one day be swallowed
By roots and leaves
Once again
