My cat is a dark shadow on the floor,
With a padding tail,
The wind is blowing soft green,
In the darkness outside, and tiptoeing in through my window,
Brushing over the top of the empty bottle on the table,
And sounding it like a teacup foghorn.
They lived in the Dandenong Ranges, where the maddest people go,
Along the ridge of the mountains, where the fearsome rivers flow.
I don’t know how they got here, but they would stop and have a chat,
They’d never settle down though, they’d never hang their hat.
We couldn’t do without them, I hate to even try,
I cannot stop the misting eyes, now we have to say goodbye.
They hitched up their yellow caravan, it had but room for two,
But before they disappeared for good, we heard, “We’ll see you in Cockatoo!”
It’s been a month! So hello!
Here in Australia it’s getting on towards summer again, my favourite season! And I found this little description I wrote a year or so ago and thought it fitting to share. 😊
ALSO for anyone who read my story of the spread of Paterson’s Curse in Australia you will be either annoyed or happy to know that there is even more of it this year! It may be a pest but paddocks full of purple flowers are still beautiful 😆
Summer creeps up slowly. First the winter days seem more mellow, the wind blows less harshly, the sun blesses the land more often.
Then warmth drifts in for a day or two here and there, the trees and plants eagerly bud and bloom, hasty to catch summer. But it’s much too soon for them, the cold and the warmth proceed to play a game of catch-me-if-you-can, here now, caught again, chased back, peeking round that tree.
You can almost hear summer laughing as the merry pair run and chase each other. The paddocks start to turn bright yellow and deep green, rain falls overnight, flowers float out of the air, coming to rest in the welcoming soil, birds build nests, start families and carol unceasingly.
Then one day you turn around and the yellow paddocks have faded, the chase stops and warmth is the new crowned king. He has conquered the cold and now settles in for a long and peaceful summer.
The trees settle their roots in the warming soil, their happy leaves sheltering noisy cicadas and birds flying to and fro, busy feeding their babies. The air is rich in tiny insects. The warmth reaches clear to the bone. Every house has a sprinkler for the kids to play in.
This happy state continues until winter’s cold grows strong in its long exile and comes again to contest summer’s king.
But that, is another story.
In other news I’m currently reading Go Set a Watchman, the sort of sequel of To Kill a Mocking Bird that has sparked outrage in some parties and mixed feelings in others. Have you read it? What are your opinions of it?
Hi everyone! I’ve really been enjoying this journey of one poem every day, it has helped me craft my words as never before.
And I want to thank everyone for the lovely comments and support you’ve given me, y’all are awesome!
This isn’t me finishing this blog at all, and I will still post with regularity. But for now I will not be doing one poem every single day. I have a few personal projects to work on and lots of other things that are keeping me busy.
In other news I am now on fiverr.com, where you can purchase a custom written poem by me, just for you! Check it out! https://www.fiverr.com/s2/7bcbb709b8 😁
My mum was struck by lightning but I was never scared of storms,
Although everybody seems to love the breeze that summer warms.
I always had a dream, that I would learn to fly,
With thunder above my shoulder and lightning in the sky.
I beg the storm to take me up into the gold and grey,
The wind sings to me so sweetly, till I start to turn away.
I shall walk home through the olive groves and weep, for I’m down here,
While above thunder and lightning dance, there’s not a chance that they can hear.
Fun fact: my mum really was struck by lightning! Indirectly of course, which is why she survived, with a pretty cool story!
Also, summer or winter? In this poem I seem to be leaning towards winter but in actuality I love summer best. Which are you?
Keeping the car in a straight line is good,
Don’t want to go to work, but I should.
Will there be biscuits in the shared tin?
No. And so the work day decides to begin.
This isn’t a thoroughly dismal day though,
The cool sun is smiling in a way that I know.
Catch me window hopping, trying to catch,
Each sunny vista, each sunny patch.
In the end it wasn’t hard as it could be,
I scraped it all in, and I’m going home free.
The road dips, curving itself happily,
Along the grassy spaces and past the galaxy.