Dianne Dean
the playful breeze slips through the long kangaroo grass a blameless ally of the spears of dry lightning that strike embers from the ground
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the playful breeze slips through the long kangaroo grass a blameless ally of the spears of dry lightning that strike embers from the ground
sunbeams graze hedge tops with no trace of yesterday – hugged by foliage I am a child again who walks through green lullabies Ashcombe Maze, Victoria
that day we climbed Snowdonia’s famous peak through the mist… afterwards scrolling online we see the view we missed Wales a hole repaired in the gable of my house then regret… will that rosella family find a new safe home…
grey dirt coats the ground the twisted tea tree waiting bouncing prostrate limb my faithful horse for riding till bells end our lunchtime play waves crashing in my ears salty air in my nose remembering you daggy dad in old…
remote desert camp stars down to the horizon all the way around I’m awed not by twinkling lights but by infinite darkness Great Sandy Desert, WA
from the Apennines Father’s blue anemones flow still on northern pebbles a living stream of memories to bridge the seas between us Bright & the Alpine Shire, Victoria; the hills & moors of North Derbyshire, England
forest camp now logging country invaded by pines – where remnant eucalypts stand a lyrebird calls Shelley, north-east Victoria wallaby grass brushes my cheek as I walk in open forest – gentle as your touch on one of our last…
cherry blossom petals kiss the breeze with time’s embrace moments blooming then fading beauty’s essence in brevity Kyoto
water a deep red beetroots boil for bottling pink streaks on white plate behind the darkening hills sunset’s shades reflected
by MICHAEL GREENACRE I’m drawn back in time by your stillness, as if the past is still living within us and the gum trees remind me I know where I am, as crowded greenery keeps its foothold below the sun’s…