Thursday, 1 January 2026

Wisdom in the age of anxiety....


                                                 Shall we pray for Wisdom

                                                to not know what we think we know

                                                to see the wisdom of the tree

                                                which lives fully empowered 

                                                by the earth its roots silently

                                                nourishing not only itself

                                                but its neighbors also

                                                giving shelter freely to birds

                                                shading big and little creatures

                                                 in its collected compost

                                                so ancient a recycling 

                                                of its discarded and released leaves

                                                of exhausted helpfulness

                                                to absorb its silence

                                                is to be content...... 

Friday, 19 December 2025

The Mystery of it All

 
 Trees embrace each other 

in the wild winds joining

their leaves and branches

in exuberant forgetfulness

that their limbs may be torn 

thrown to the ground

their bark in such colourful 

profusion on the earth below

making shelter for the little

creatures scuffling underneath

the silence and the mystery of it all...... 

Friday, 19 September 2025

haiku for Friday

 

        mosquito whining now

        sleep has gone walkabout

        hand on the flyswat 

Wednesday, 17 September 2025

Shearing time Riding home Hughes Park 1965

                        
                                                 Tall, thick trunked yet

                                                elegantly limbed Blue gums

                                                Golden on the side of the setting sun

                                                their shadows giving deep resonance 

                                                to space and line

                                                Weaving through, a Stockman

                                                on a lightly stepping Golden horse

                                                red Kelpie at heel, sheep mustered

                                                homeward bound for a shower

                                                Brandy and Dry , mutton dinner

                                                cooked on a wood stove, wine

                                                Perhaps a sweet jam roly 

                                                with Mrs Edwards fresh cream.....

                                                Bed! 

 

                                                 

Tuesday, 9 September 2025

Frogs....

                                                        frogs croaking sonnets 

                                                        night full of splashing water

                                                        live foam come morning
 

Wednesday, 13 August 2025

More Teritorial Disputes II

The Horse is watching the kangaroos in the evening light. Don't you dare come into my paddock he thinks, this is my paddock the bossman told me. He sowed it with fresh pasture seed and it will be feed for me this coming summer.

The Horse knows kangaroos have big feet which will flatten the crop if they get in and loll around in it. 

I have hard feet thinks the Horse and have metal shoes on which the farrier comes and takes off every six weeks. He trims my hooves thinks the Horse and nails the iron shoes back on. Sometimes when the farrier does this I turn my head and nuzzle the straps of his leather apron or his head if it is near enough.

The sun is low on the horizon thinks the Horse and my feed will surely be put into the feed bin hanging on the wall of my shelter shed.  Chaff and bran and applecider vinegar mixed with warm water if the night is going to be cold. I will push my muzzle in right up to my nostrils, it is so good....


 Tonight the mother of the bossman is feeding me, she tells me the bossman is far away working twelve hour shifts in the mine where he works earning money to buy feed for me. Hay is very expensive these days because of the drought.... Have a good night ,she tells me, and be kind to the kangaroos.......

Thursday, 7 August 2025

haiku for Wordly turmoil


                                                     clouds smile across skies

                                                    winds sculpt fantastic images

                                                    no noise calm silence