The fog moves on...

The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).

Sunday, July 31, 2011

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...

Saturday, July 30, 2011

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

Friday, July 29, 2011

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...

Thursday, July 28, 2011

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...

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

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

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

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...

Monday, July 25, 2011

Mourning dove...

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

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Saturday, July 23, 2011

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...

Friday, July 22, 2011

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Waiting...

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

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Another rain bedazzled windscreen...

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

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

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...

Monday, July 18, 2011

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

Sunday, July 17, 2011

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

Saturday, July 16, 2011

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...

Friday, July 15, 2011

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

Thursday, July 14, 2011

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

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

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...

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Monday, July 11, 2011

Sunday, July 10, 2011

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

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Friday, July 8, 2011

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

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...

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

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

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Trapped...

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

Friday, July 1, 2011

Tiny fragile shell...

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