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).

Friday, January 17, 2014

little mudlark...


little mudlark
combs the endless honey
of the heatwave
from his feathers
and dries
on the clothes line

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Thursday, January 16, 2014

sunlight burns...


sunlight burns
hypnotic charisma of shade
tall leaves buckle

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Wednesday, January 15, 2014

no morning bird song...


no morning bird song
deep breath before
the heat wave

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Tuesday, January 14, 2014

simmering morning...


simmering morning
waiting for the air
to boil

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Monday, January 13, 2014

sultry summer waves...


sultry summer waves
limping spectres in
morning mist

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Sunday, January 12, 2014

weeds...


weeds
unwelcome life
welcome mulch

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Saturday, January 11, 2014

summer crickets...


summer crickets
pipe an evening note
traffic snarls

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Friday, January 10, 2014

agapanthus bouquet...


agapanthus bouquet
one stray petal
missed the wedding

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Thursday, January 9, 2014

lone cloud...


lone cloud chiselled with light in a flood of blue
empty rocking chair
weeps

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Wednesday, January 8, 2014

gusty winds...


gusty winds
kookaburra takes
an unplanned trip

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