Now hearken to my voice   Winter is upon us And the frost of distance creeps into my heart   Whence have you gone? Whence shall my eye's rest upon you?   Do not stay your heart from mine for Winter is upon us The buds of Spring lie dormant   Waiting Waiting Waiting   … Continue reading For Miss B. →

In the country There is life. If you sit quietly, it will slowly reveal itself to you Life is there! Urban Chaos challenges it But it is unable to hear anything above its own din It asks disdainfully "What does it have to offer me?" The cafes hum like a hive of bees It's patrons … Continue reading The Country →

I stand on the edge As one who once knew anxiety Today it has no foothold Small voices attempt to regain their strongholds But I make them silent One screams "ARE YOU CERTAIN?!" I reply firmly, "Yes." "I am complete, therefore return from where you came, and speak no more." Certainty is mine Today I can … Continue reading The Edge →

The Currawongs enter the garden today A surprise For they are strangers They flock Fear tugs at my heart Superstitions warn me of bad omens Do I welcome them or frighten them away? Will they come to stay or do they forewarn? They show fearlessness Only the Minor Birds welcome them as friends Willy is … Continue reading The Currawongs →