A universe of wonder

Sitting at a table at the street café Yellow light spills out of the open door Now and again a person or two strolls by on the cobbled way Sip your wine and think About those who once sat here Drinking, talking, drawing castles in the air Few stars can be seen in the sky…

Where are the stars

I can’t see the stars anymore When we were young, we could see them Not as well as in the country, certainly But still, there they were Competing with the moon for beauty Shining through space and time But the city has grown And the fake lights shine more brightly Blotting out those small beacons…

An Australian Night

The smooth pale skin of the ghost gum trees Glimmers faintly in the star strewn night Leaves rustle softly in the night breeze Catching the glint of the pale moonlight Boobook owls call and frogmouths hoot Wagtails sing to the rising moon Koalas bellow while possums fight And crickets chirrup a background tune Rocks loom…

Cosmogyral

Whirling through the universe hurtling in eternal orbit around a shining star We chant a paean a victory song to our survival through aeons of change and change again Continents rise and fall civilizations are just a blink But we, the wanderers, go on We sing through the long ages As we watch the tiny…

The magic of wishing

When I wrote my poem ‘Make a Wish’ last week, it got me thinking about the different traditions of wish making, and I thought it might be interesting to look at a few of those, including where they happen and their origins, if known. Wishing Trees can be found in many parts of the world.…

Make a wish

Wish upon a falling star and peg your hopes to a flaming meteor Blow out the candles on your cake and wish on the symbolic extinguishing of flame Wish upon a first star on where your sight lands toss a coin in a fountain throw your wish in behind break a wishbone with a friend…

On my Lake

At sunset the small boat glides forward Parting the reeds smoothly No hurry to arrive A leisurely journey of peace The lake glows yellow-orange with the last light Water laps at the wood Splashes lightly on hands, on face Kissing healing into aching limbs Cleansing from pain, bringing forth health Trees line the shores, rustling…

Riddle of the stars

If you go out Night after night And if you get comfortable Settle in for a long stay If you look up At a clear night sky And see the innumerable stars Cool and twinkling in pristine space And if you are very, very patient Could you, do you think Connect all the dots And…