The Choughs
are back
doing some
gardening for
me, and the
sight of their
ungainly walk
and their happy
family warms
the cockles of
my cold winter
heart.
Tag: gardens
Falling down
Once I saw
on the ground
under trees
blue fragments
of a small
egg. But were
they from an
egg that fell
or one that
had hatched?
I didn’t
know just what
I should feel.
Love birds
Birds in pairs,
galahs,
magpies,
rosellas,
butcher birds,
crows,
peewits,
birds in pairs,
thinking of
Spring.
Blissful
The Butcher Bird
singing,
beautifully,
from the old
dead tree
this morning,
doesn’t know about
coronavirus.
Raindrops keep failing
I weep
bitter tears
when drought
breaking rain
is forecast
and I get
just a little
bit less than
bugger all
Snake in the grass – somewhere…
The “Black Dog”
is the symbol
of depression.
The “Brown Snake”
should be the
symbol of
anxiety.
Eyes wide closed
Having an online
map of bushfires
in this state,
constantly
updated,
is good because
it keeps you
informed about
what is burning.
It is bad
because it keeps
you informed about
what is burning.
The drumbeat of hooves
Every morning
I awake wondering
if this is the day
a million red
horses of the
apocalypse
will come galloping
over the western hills.
Or beetles
I don’t tread
on ants
carelessly, or
thoughtlessly, or
recklessly, or
deliberately, in
fact I don’t tread
on ants at all.
Sumer is icumen in
Watching Spring
end and Summer
begin is like
saying goodbye
to visiting friends
and seeing an
enemy coming
up the street.
