Friday Poem:Grampians

I’ve gone into the back catalog for my poem today, but the photos are fresh from this afternoon. We glimpsed spectacular cloud hanging over the mountains as we drove home, so I pulled the phone/camera out of my pocket and shot through the rainy windscreen.Gramps crop

Little, old mountains,
Ancient bones of an ancient land
Lie sprawled across the boundary of the plains;
Jagged and crumbling peaks
Are cloaked in vegetation
Scarcely younger than the rocks themselves.
The ancient crone
Hugs secrets to her breast.

Friday Poem:Winter Morning

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On certain clear sky
winter mornings
the late-rising sun
shines clear across
where I sleep –
bursts through
the eastern window
bright on to the curtain
of the window
opposite.

The shadows cast themselves
from trees and leaves
and feathers on dream-catchers –
blown by the rising wind
leaf shadows
dance:
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The photo at the top is of those shadows, dancing on the curtain. The second pic is the feathers on a dream catcher – made for me by my son’s partner, Janina, and finally – a spectral shadow of flowers from when bright sunshine was split into its component colours by a piece of faceted glass. I think I have at least one in every window on the sunny sides of our house.

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Friday Poem: Morning

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Personally, I think that winter mornings are best spent in a warm bed, with tea and toast to hand.Most days I have to get up and get on with life, though. I wrote this piece early one morning when I didn’t have to get up for a while.

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No sun yet,
but enough light
that the sky shows
blue,
and clouds
reveal and conceal
the rind of moon
gleaming
in the northern sky.

In the eastern window
clouds sail past
as stately as galleons
and the light grows,
staining the clouds
with pink.

Still no sun,
but
it’s coming,
it’s coming.fog edit 3

I took these photos on the way in to work this morning (I was the passenger – it’s okay!). It was foggy when we left Moyston, cleared after Carol’s Cutting, and was foggy again when we reached Ararat. Ah, winter…fog edit 4

 

 

 

Friday Poem:Road Song

It’s winter “downunder”, and our capital, Canberra, is a long way from the moderating influence of the sea – which means plenty of frosty mornings, hopefully followed by bright clear sunshine. On such days the afternoons seem quite warm, even though the thermometer says otherwise…sunshine

We are leaving
On a frosty
winter
Canberra morning;
7.30 and minus 2 –
So beautiful
and so cold.

Later
On the homeward bus
Dozing in a sunbeam
Beautifully warm.sun and shadow

These two photos were taken on the day before we left – it was only about 10C, but it seemed much, much warmer in the sun!

When we left, the grass was crisply white, and wisps of fog around the hills were lit up with golden light from the rising sun. We moved twice on the bus, trying to escape the aching brilliance of morning light on our faces, but the warmth was very welcome.frost

The view from my daughter’s dining room window – it’s usually green over beyond the fence…

Friday Poem: Winter

I wrote this on the bus on my way to Ararat last weekend. It was one of those days, typical of winter in our region, in which warm sunshine came and went all day, taking turns with the clouds and a stiff, cold breeze. I didn’t take photos – I don’t think they would have worked very well through the bus window – so I’ve picked some with shadows from our Trip of a Lifetime, which was three years ago this month…a shadow 2

The clouds part
Brilliant sunshine
Paddocks glow green
Crisp shadows
Stripe across the road.

Then it’s gone again
Dull light
Flat-green paddocks
A smudge of tree shadow
Blurs on the road.

a shadow 3The top pic is in Tacoma, opposite the Washington State Museum, the second in Seattle, and the last in the glorious urban forest in Portland, which adjoins the Arboretum, Japanese Garden and an amazing Rose Garden. It was on that walk that we saw our first Hummingbirds, and our first Banana Slug. The slug is much easier to photograph…a shadow

1 Day 1 World Project: 6 -7pm

I’m still in Canberra until early tomorrow morning. It’s going to be cold and dark when I have to leave here to catch my bus, and it’s cold and dark by 6pm as well…Although the sun came out in the afternoon yesterday, there wasn’t enough sunshine to dry the washing, so as darkness fell, Zoe brought the damp things inside to dry on the stair rail below the heater. Juniper thought she might help…

This afternoon, once the fog cleared and the sun came out, we went for a walk and bought a clothes horse, to take the pressure off the railing…

1 Day 1 World Project: 5 – 6pm

This week I’m in Canberra, Australia’s (bush) capital, where even foreign Embassies are homes among the gum trees, and the sports fields are populated with cockatoos, galahs and grass parrots. It is also where my daughter, her partner and Juniper live (along with Maisey, Daisy and Zelda, Juniper’s fur sisters). At five o’clock last night, evening was already drawing in, grey and cold.

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A few minutes later, Juniper had just awoken from a long winter’s nap, and Zoe called me upstairs to see the beautiful sunset-

which made up for a rather cold grey wintery day. We stayed out on the balcony just long enough to take photos, before taking refuge back in the nice warm room again.5pm 4