Shafts of Coloured Fires...

Shafts of coloured fires
Splinter the dark skies
For a moment of wonder
But smiles
Linger into
The New Year

I have learnt today...

I have learnt today...
Respect the scaffolding of life
But never be afraid
To test your wings
Once in a while...

Storms Riddle Christmas Eve Skies...

Storms riddle Christmas Eve skies
But the Earth
Shines
On...

Christmas Thoughts...

The little bauble is dusty
Polish it with love

So many shadows...

So many shadows
Sweeping my verandah
That can only mean
So much warm sunlight....

The wake...

The wake of misty grey Winter veils seems so long...
Still dreaming of
The lyrics of Spring...

The last stone...

The last stone in the July river
A stone of achievement
Marking a month of discoveries...
But the quest continues
There are always stones
Earth gems
Waiting in
The Big River...

Instead of ...

Instead of wasting energy
Wondering and worrying about tomorrow's unfilled spaces
I am teaching myself to just deal with
Any ugly features today
And then
Close the door
Tomorrow

Hospitals...

Hospitals are unstable places
A place of questions and fears
But today
A friendly breeze greeted me
No waiting for
My X-Ray appointment...

It felt like Spring today...

It felt like Spring today...
I felt the bravery of tiny white blossoms peeking
I felt the dance of new feathered life
I felt the zing of a warm wind
It felt like Spring today...
For a little while...

Sands...

Wave logged sands soak footprints
The weights of a journey
And then
Wash them
Away...

Boats at Blairgowrie...

Boats at Blairgowrie...
Hulls quivering with
The dance of watery light
My Little Tax Toy
Watches
Bemused
From the sands...

NOTE: My Little Tax Toy was the name of a yacht resting on the sands

A tower...

A tower of layered beauty...
Like a rich, succulent
Cake...
A soft
Kaleidoscope of
Colours
Like an avant garde
Work of art...
Do I really want to destroy
My creative
Personal opus of
Ironing...

Mourning dove...

Mourning dove...
Feathers laden with a spell of rain
Still cooing softly
Intent on
A personal quest...

Spring blossom in winter...

Spring blossom in Winter...
Like a jewel
Glittering white
Surprise
In the darkness...

While I love the rain...

While I love the rain
For its gift of nurturing the earth
I wouldn't mind
If it enjoyed
A weekend
Break...

Appointments...

Appointments here
Appointments there
And not a breath to think...
It must Friday...

Waiting...

Waiting can be a painful time
Waiting for answers is unsettling
But waiting for someone can
Challenge the spirit...

Another rain bedazzled windscreen...

Another rain bedazzled windscreen...
Another filtered view of warmth
Another reason to cultivate
Beauty within...

Sorrento in winter...

Sorrento in winter is a questioning place...
Without the busy bristle and colour of summer holidaymakers
It is easy to see the terracotta pavement
Winding past streams of
Stylish boutiques and cafes
Down to a sunless sea
And yet
There is a feeling that in this space of the chilled season
A friend is missing...

Afternoon shadows...

When rain seems endless...
When grey skies seem to cycle into more grey skies
The surprise chink of
Wintry
Pale
Late afternoon
Sunlit shadow is
Ironically converse to
The thrill of rain after
A long drought

Rain on the verandah...

Rain on the verandah
Spattering wildly...
Impelled to drown the canvas in a
Dark wash
But one intrepid plant
Overhanging
Playfully intercepted...
Shaping its own
Shadow patch...
A dry oasis

Point Leo dreaming...

Point Leo...
A small gathering of homes by the sea ...
The summer campers have gone ...
Sharp cliff
Pale sands
Moody sea
Tempt
Committed insanities of surfers and
Winter dreamers...

Rugged up...

Rugged up...
My blog's weather gadget reads
4 degrees centigrade
The ducted heater hums along nicely
While I indulge in
Creamy
Caramel
Fudge
Icecream

Three dolphins leaping...

Three dolphins leaping ...
Free above the Dromana shopping mall sign
(At Christmas time they wore red Santa hats)
Today
A new sign appeared
And the dolphins were locked in
A sea of
Red

He wore his jumper back to front...

He wore his jumper back to front...
Shoulder seams skewed across his chest
V-neck plunged to his shoulder blades
He saw me
Smiled boyishly
My craggy husband still looks cute...

Our cat padding slowly away...

Our cat padding slowly away...
Head sadly bowed
She heard the car keys
Rattle

Sea mist creeping...

Sea mist creeping...
Like phantom snowflakes shimmering
Mystical white out

Winter is...

Winter is the mistress of small spaces...
A room is an everywhere
But
The mind wanders sunny bushland trails
While
The spirit shadows summer thoughts

Draught...

Draught...
Stealing through the slight door opening
Like darkness
Thieving light

Leaves beneath my feet...

Leaves beneath my feet...
Autumn's epilogue
Icing with a cinnamon crunch

Ducted heating hum...

Ducted heating hum...
Busy warmth
The sound of comfort
Invisible

Passing self-indulgence...

I think I'm allergic to
Routine
Filling out forms
Monday morning alarms ...
So I transform into a doctor
And scribe a poetic script...
Daily...

Verandah light flings night shadows...

Verandah light flings night shadows on a white wall
Like a ladder leaning on the roof
Like the slats of a child's wooden cot
Rolled down

He sits in the armchair tonight...

He sits in the armchair tonight....
Bent forward
As if poised
To go away...

Trapped...

Trapped by hours of relentless rain ...
Cocooned by a valid excuse for
Avoiding grocery shopping

Long light...

Long light
Long shadows
As if the sun struggles to please...

Tiny fragile shell...

Tiny fragile shell on winter sands...
Strong enough to be a force in low sun
And cast a shadow

Morning sun muffled...

Morning sun muffled in powdery sea mist...
The day's fears and questions
Blur

When time slips by...

When time slips by
Painfully
Happiness drizzles like a misty sylph
In the wings...

Listening...

Listening to a golden heart ...

Yours

Autumn morning on stage...

Autumn morning on stage...
Leaves of fire and air of ice
Crackle

Crawling...

Crawling back from pain is
A long rocky road...
Or seems to be...
But your wings
Carry me
When I need them...

I was just a child...

I was just a child when you melted

From my life

I was too young to really understand

Finality

But whenever I walk in Nature

I walk with you

My father

Deep emerald green...

Deep emerald green

Nature's gentle massage for tired feet

Especially my feet

I just wish

It didn't need

Regular

Mowing

Like a brilliant sapphire...

Like a brilliant sapphire...

Dawn light glistening

On an ebony curtain

The first kookaburra laughs

In the distance

In the dark outside...

In the dark outside

Whining wind whirls

I feel like a tiny bobbin

Being wound and

Wound

When a morning frizzles...

When a morning frizzles...

When the coffee spills and

The cereal sogs

When a trip over the cat

Launches a flying clunk with the glass door

Take a quiet walk in Nature with

Proper walking shoes...

Seeking a mantra...

Seeking a mantra in

The chants of Nature

Sheep grazing

Cows drifting to their morning milking

Piccolo rings of rosellas

Classical sighs of winds

Brushing tall yellow grasses

Ohm's in a soft minor chord

Yesterday...

Yesterday

There were no harps in my midnights

Only a double bass

Plucking...

But that was yesterday...

If you want to understand...

If you want to understand

The art of meditation

Watch the stillness of a cat on a chair

For awhile...

Meditation

A weeping veil...

A weeping veil of morning mists

The illusion of feeling grey

From winter shoes...

From winter shoes

Liquid shades of vermilion

Stream hungry curls into the winds

The fire

In my soul

Understands

Tender pink...

Tender pink

Blue and grey

Dawn surf

Crimping to the mountain shoreline

Inked with a shield of

Scavenger wings

Rubies and diamonds...

Rubies and diamonds in the mist

Sad, synthetic gems on the freeway

Shearing time...

Shearing time

Trees must bow to

Power lines

Walking...

Walking

Sipping mellow Autumn sunlight

A tiny little old lady

Shirley Temple curls

Passed by

Smiling

And wished me

A wonderful day

Ducks stir...

Ducks stir ripples on a pond

Reflection colours stream into

Pulsing silk

Tiny tractor train...

Tiny tractor train at Point Nepean
No walls

Intimate cruise to land's end

Fluttering sleepy...

Fluttering sleepy eyelashes/ Wispy pink eyeshadow/
Morning mists

TWEETERISED

Fruit and flakes...

Fruit and flakes cocktail/ Morning nectar

TWEETERISED

My bills continually...

My bills continually exceed my bank savings/
Yet I feel blessed to be rich in spirit

TWEETERISED

I'm not possessed...

I'm not possessed by pretentious platitudes

TWITTERISED

Churned froth and bubble...

Churned froth and bubble/ Addictive dark aromas/
Kitchen morning song

TWITTERISED

I am a patch...

I am a patch of pastel grey Autumn water today

Bathed in a little golden first light

Like a crucible of

Limpid

Swelling

Questions

One special tree...

One special tree (with no Latin identity)

Sometimes slow

Sometimes fast growing

Dubious fruit

Prone to

Weather changes

Multi-dimensional

Pests

Natural and

Un-natural

Disasters and

No guarantee of re-growth

The money tree

It's a Cosco...

It's a Cosco kind of day

A bulk deal of rain

May I
And can I
Choose to reject?

It is good to hear...

It is good to hear

The trilling scale of birdsong

Drowning the

Mausoleum

Drone of

The freeway

* Published on A Handful of Stones Tuesday 10th May 2011

Fermenting...

Fermenting

When vintage beauty is a wink of wine

Autumn colours

This dull grey day...

This dull grey day

Needs

Serious

Hair dye treatment

Never let stale...

Never let stale memories fragment you

My cold...

My cold is doing a drizzle dance

Partners beware

I love the tweets...

I love the tweets of your mind

Your 140 words have no limitations

The sunshine charm...

The sunshine charm of yesterday

Crumbles into

Hollow

Graveyard mist

After a whirlwind affair...

After a whirlwind affair with

Grey rain

Sedate marriage with

Homely sunshine is

Welcome

Dawn Dew...

Dawn dew on a leaf

Crystal rainbow

Home...

Home...

Scuffed

Re-invented

Uniforms

Spill out from

The school bus

Morning questions...

Morning questions...

Will my darkness linger

Will tears

Rain

Will my light

Grow

The museum of yesterday...

The museum of yesterday

Forgotten

Untouched

A fairy sprinkling

Small
Gold

Dust

Cobweb...

Cobweb

Fine sticky lures

Like your silvered strings

I crave...

I crave a piece of your midnight

To filter the glare of my day

In a corner...

In a corner

At the bottom of the cupboard

Crumpled

Your old

Once loved

Jumper

Turned inside out

In the twilight hours...

In the twilight hours of a restless midnight

Ideas need poetry

Almost Easter...

Almost Easter...

The first school term ended today

I feel my weary body is

Trapped in

An over-active mind

Still living in the teaching

Marking

Recording

Labyrinth of

Paperwork correctness

The befuddling

Scrawled network of

Progressive education

I feel

I AM

Almost Easter...

Jingling jabber...

Jingling jabber

Pro active

Visual twitter

Quality entertainment in a teaspoon

The pill we must enjoy

TV advertisement

Darkness beyond...

Darkness beyond the blurry

          Two way

          Window

Becalmed in a prism

           of lamplight

First colours...

First colours of morning

First sinewy shapes of a new day

Sands laced...

Sands laced with small waves

Ambrosia for weathered feet