Falling raindrops pause

Falling raindrops pause
shifting light changes the scene
detail in focus

Dulled hum of traffic

Dulled hum of traffic
respectful sparrow chatter
awaking in fog

In our thoughts are words

In our thoughts are words
encoded experience
transmitted feelings

Pic by Peita Vincent of 'The Second O of Sorrow' by Sean Thomas Dougherty

A clearing shower

A clearing shower
petrichor soaks through wood smoke
gentle morning rain

Cool sheets on warm skin

Cool sheets on warm skin
a transition that contrasts
warm bath each morning

Epic character

Epic character
a constraint in composing
very big guitar

Since the dawn of time

Since the dawn of time
singing with the rising sun
birds echo our sphere

Wandering hunger

Wandering hunger
my breakfast is distraction
I seek thought all day

School holidays end

School holidays end
the house is ours once again
to do “nothing much”

Happiness demands

Happiness demands
remember to surrender
freely and deeply

Running together

Running together
pictures will appear to move
each frame a lifetime

Pale leaf remaining

Pale leaf remaining
on naked limbs of bare tree
lit by morning sun

The deer in the bush

The deer in the bush
also eat magic mushrooms
as should animals

Her snort when she laughs

Her snort when she laughs
speaks of unselfconsciousness
holding her own space

Dream another's dream

Dream another's dream
waking on another's bed
disoriented

In golden light beams

In golden light beams
reflecting on the low clouds
slivers of sunset

Sparkling on grey clouds

Sparkling on grey clouds
shifting patterns in the sky
flocks of white birds fly

Like The Hulk's ripped clothes

Like The Hulk's ripped clothes
bark hanging off in ribbons
smooth gum tree branches

When the sky is clear

When the sky is clear
you can see the stars at night
then you feel humbled

Playing on the drums

Playing on the drums
hitting along to a tune
tears stream down my face

In death as in life

In death as in life
standing out under blue sky
absorbing sunlight

Each clump a story

Each clump a story
hair on the barber shop floor
all swept together

Their crisp outlines shine

Their crisp outlines shine
speckled with solid water
as air and time freeze

Midnight is not dark

Midnight is not dark
light travels across my yard
night is polluted

It looks like a bunch

It looks like a bunch
mugwort leaves tied together
to make a smudge stick

Eating on nettle

Eating on nettle
the hungry caterpillar
before getting flicked

Only humans see

Only humans see
a boundary to the yard
for birds it's a perch

The frost on the leaves

The frost on the leaves
gives the eye a sense of touch
outlining contours

Awoke from a dream

Awoke from a dream
attempting to cook a meal
knowing it would fail

The trees on my street

The trees on my street
standing naked in the fog
as night turns to day

The growl of the wind

The growl of the wind
as gusts navigate objects
I relate to this