Temporary Fix

Fresh from church
his goodwill dissolves
at the first busy intersection.

Small stones of kindness

I don't always see the selflessness
behind small stones of kindness,
but today I did.

Yesterday

Yesterday, I selected a small stone
and then, with my distraction
it lay forgotten as I moved on to other things
lost to the mumblings of cast aside pebbles.

Words

Eager to begin his day, he left
before I awoke, his note
breaking the silence
of an empty kitchen.

Before school

Cumbersome cars nudge and bump
in the race for the most convenient parking space,
walking to be avoided at all costs.

Breaking the fall

today I tripped on a small stone
before I could see it clearly.
embedded in the palm of my hand

from one small drip

on my windscreen
a single drip joins the dots
and a river is born

Lake Burrumbeet

White caps now dance
where wild grasses grew
in the years of no rain.

weeds thrive

leaves huddle from the deluge
against concrete kerbing
where weeds thrive

More school

a four wheel drive, engorged
with it's own self importance
discharges its small cargo

a preppie emerges
a small dot in green and gold,
matching shell on his back

precariously balanced,
I wait for the backward fall
of an upended turtle

Peak hour

Peak hour traffic before the school bell rings,
a race against time.

Shrinkage

My shrinkage becomes evident
beneath the gaze of grandchildren.

The daffodil

at the edge of the garden
a lone daffodil lies, weeping

Reality

Last night I dreamt of the sun
and woke to a grey rain
a damp reality.

Hopes and dreams for sale

outside the lotto agency
a queue forms on the frosty path
warmed by their hopes and dreams

Sparrows dart

Sparrows dart in nest building frenzy
a lesson in recycling.

Mags

The garbage truck pauses
sun glinting off mags;
a civic fashion statement.

The cut

Waist length hair
fans across the floor
as scissors snip and bob.

Grounding

Tai chi on damp grass
to early morning birdsong
grounds me.

as the day slides

as the day slides into the west
I see in its wake
the certainty of tomorrow

Today

Today I boarded the bus
in search of fellow travellers

and small stones for the river.

The bus

The bus passes on the hour
carrying empty seats of passengers
all on the road to nowhere.

For the birds

The child in the tree
echoes my desire
to commune with birds.

Winter

In winter my world contracts
to the perimeter of my hearth

Through the rain

Through the rain the
sun winks with watery eye.

The Winter of my LIfe

Winter

The mountain, like my youth
now hidden behind a veil of grey.

SSE

High in the elder,
an errant shopping bag becomes
a billowing windsock.

Raindrops

raindrops on tin roof pattern my life;

an abstract in dust

Learning the warmth

In the bleakness of Winter, I learn 

The warmth of being.