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).
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

no morning bird song...


no morning bird song
deep breath before
the heat wave

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Saturday, January 28, 2012

I hear of floods...

I hear of floods...
Towns in northern New South Wales
Cut
Isolated by
Flood waters...
While on my southern peninsula
I see
Crisp blue skies
Humming with heat...
Holidaymakers flood the beaches...

Strange
We share the same summer...
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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

From the shadows of summer...

From the shadows of summer...
I dream on the sparkling light of
Summer waves...
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