Trees of sickness

in the night

Let me see

your silhouette

From your branches

let me take

leaves of healing

Black bird flee

your wretched nest

Welcome

bird of dawn

We lay our head on the ground

above us the night sky

the air was light and warm.

The harbour looked out

into the dark sea. The lights

of distant ships were speckled

across the ocean, single lonely

fires of human life. The bay

was filled with the roar

of unheard blackness. Nearby, the

lapping of water against the pier.

Through a crack in the window

the morning sun on the leaves

reminded me of joy.

The vine fruits in summer air

and languid days of heat.

The starry nights dip its leaf

in pools of eternity.

White light strikes the rocky path

leading to the press.

And stinging heels release the dye

that stains the sky and earth.

falling bird

wind

old planks by a tree

Shawn grass blades between concrete slabs

Pear shaped leaves

A wandering ant

A turquoise sky

Birds called as the rain began to fall.

A glowing cloud floated towards the trees

until the rising wind pierced its light

and curtains of rain silenced the magpie’s call.

After a time the sun returned and saw

a landscape lit from within, the grey clouds

covering their jewel of light and summer trees

holding dense flowers in orchards of red.

The bird sang again too, released from water.

Dry calls now, foreshadowing the coming days

of heat, the thick shadows dividing the ground,

the wind lifting the heavy veil of the earth

and showering the sky with reflections of solid glory,

the inheritance of rain, the conquerer of airborne kingdoms.

breath

balance tree

space

I woke up to see on Sunday morning

a day made bright and pure.

I held my daughter in my arms

and softly walked up the hill.

We saw a poor patch of bush

which sunlight and shade had drawn.

We listened to the birds which called

in songs of joy and sorrow.

As silver clouds out sung the sun

and brought darkness to the earth.

We stood there silently to wait

the yellow warmth’s return.

A dog barked and my child

barked back

and time woke up again.

The sun shone clear blue in the sky

and a little bird cleaned his wings.