stinging glare...

stinging glare
sun-drenched smooth waters
belie sharp winter

winter's pale light...

winter's pale light
sings a hushed lullaby for
summer's colours

sometimes it's a struggle...

somtimes it's a struggle
to keep the Spring music
playing
and to drive
wintry blues
from the door

The wake...

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

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...

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...

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

Long light...

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