“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Race Memory?

She jumps up on the ledge
behind the ferns, for a spot
of slinking through the jungle –
the only place for that delight 
in this rather bare little yard.

#awakeaugust day 27

Friday, August 26, 2016

Foreshore Trees

The scrubby, twisted foreshore trees,
gnomish and squat, 
look like remnants of ancient forest –
perhaps they are.

#awakeaugust day 26

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Simple Pleasures

My cat has carried 
her favourite toy 
out to the back yard. 
She lies on her blanket 
on the bouncer, and tosses it 
between her front and back paws, 
wriggling and curling and rolling over.

Then she settles a while
to listen to the neighbours’ noises.
Some hammering down the street.
Birds shrilling in next door’s trees.
An electric bike on a near road.

The sun shines after yesterday’s rain.
The pink flowers whose name I forget
are now full and lush. New buds begin.

#awakeaugust day 25

Wednesday, August 24, 2016


It’s been raining all night.
This morning it’s still raining,
coming down steady
in straight lines like a curtain. 

Gutters and pipes drip.
Sounds of big drops hitting the ground 
and pooling. Background sound 
of constant falling: a sustained sigh.

#awakeaugust day 24

Linked to the current Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Cold Rain Coming

Overcast sky.
Some of the branches against it
are bare and spiky.
I see how, on others,
the tree leaves are entwined
by pale green vines
which will kill them slowly.
Small black mosquitos arrive.

#awakeaugust day 23

Monday, August 22, 2016


I witness an old friend’s true evil –
in crisis, the mask briefly let slip.
Someone once told me, 
‘He has no heart’.
Mine now feels crushed in my chest.

The well-pruned rose stems
nod in the breeze. The sun shines
on the succulents in the far corner.
The trees are unchanged.
I breathe deep.

But everything has changed.

#awakeaugust day 22

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Spring is Coming!

Suddenly, on the trumpet creeper that covers two fences, there are only two clumps left of the orange blooms that brighten every winter. But in my pot on the ground over there, all the pink buds are bursting into full flower. My cat settles herself in the corner that gets the morning sun. When she comes in later, her fur is warm to the touch.

#awakeaugust day 21

(This one insists on being prose. A prose-poem, I like to think.)