Mercury’s climbing. Still a phrase, though No mercury in thermometers anymore Up up up It hits you like a wall Wraps around and smothers You push through the thick, soupy heat Leaching moisture from your body Energy from your limbs Head pounds in protest Body sweats out its life Hottest day on record, they say…

To market

On most Sunday mornings I visit a local farmers market, coming away with fresh fruit and vegetables, herbs, fresh bread, free range eggs, and honey. I tend to come home from these visits feeling rather good about myself, for several reasons. Firstly, it saves money, as the vendors’ prices are nearly always cheaper than the…


  When colours reinvent themselves Nature squeezing out shoot, bud, leaf Life turns full circle And the dance begins again Warm breeze carries scent of newness Birds and beasts love and live And bring new life To continue the journey Creation’s tapestry Woven by divine hands


Pools of yellow-white Splash the straight way down the straight grey Behind the false light Gnarled brown skin with grasping fingers Tangled roots dig deep and dark Secret growth in nurturing darkness Striving, conniving, always returning To Wildness from structure Crookedness from linearity Life from plastic death

Shades of red and orange

In the waning of the year the Earth bursts into flame with shades of red and orange Flashes of gold and rich scarlet dance through the air and lay a sumptuous carpet on the cooling earth One last blaze of life flares for a brief moment before the long dark  


A sweet good night My hand trails across highs and lows Brightly I farewell the mountains Dab dazzles on the water Tickle playfully across tree tops and grass tips Finger paint the world in flame fading to purple A delicate tease, a lingering touch A last caress before sleep

The brawl

Soaked air oozes sluggishly The world is heavy and wet Building up and preparing Waiting for a moment, the moment   Hard light tiptoes across the sky Reaching to touch the earth with smoking finger Clouds grumble and shout Bang and crash, make a racket Wind races through with a whistle and a wail The…

Someone I met at the park

  While not unheard of, it’s not all that common to run across pelicans at our local Botanic Gardens, so I was quite surprised to see this guy sunning himself on the lawn. I got as close as I dared and started to take pictures, expecting to get one or two before he got spooked.…