Spring: Early Morning Light

This morning around six, when the sun was just rising over the Willunga hills and reaching our garden, the view amongst the trees was breath taking.You cannot always reproduce the intensity of the moment of viewing sadly, and the sound of the blackbirds, wattle birds and thrush are missing too. Must have felt quite poetical all day with this start of such beauty because I came across this piece of prose written for my friend in the Riverland years ago now. They were struggling on a vine block which was slowly eroding away their income and health due to low grape prices and water restrictions.

They had a stunning gumtree trunk in the front garden.

           "Your figure moving quietly among the vines,
             in mind's eye totally absorbed in gently moving
              each new spur to it's allotted space, gives joy.
              Yet lonely in a desert landscape transformed
               to green Fibonaci rows, we see you there.
                The "now" is quite alright, its the future that we fear.
              Yet yesterday was future of the day before
                the sun shines just the same, the moon at night
                 with stars so vivid we wonder why we are here.
                 It is "agape" that we long for, or "caritas"?
                We have it, though we seem not to comprehend......
The thrushes were on the verandah inspecting the Pandorea vine, wouldn't it be good if they nested there and kept the blue tongue lizard company, she lives here all the time now and you have to watch out you don't step on her.