Sunday, July 31, 2011

Temporary Fix

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

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Small stones of kindness

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

Friday, July 29, 2011


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.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011


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

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Before school

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

Monday, July 25, 2011

Breaking the fall

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

Sunday, July 24, 2011

from one small drip

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

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Lake Burrumbeet

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

Friday, July 22, 2011

weeds thrive

leaves huddle from the deluge
against concrete kerbing
where weeds thrive

Thursday, July 21, 2011

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

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Peak hour

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

Tuesday, July 19, 2011


My shrinkage becomes evident
beneath the gaze of grandchildren.

Monday, July 18, 2011

Sunday, July 17, 2011


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

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Hopes and dreams for sale

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

Friday, July 15, 2011

Thursday, July 14, 2011


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

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The cut

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

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


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

Monday, July 11, 2011

as the day slides

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

Sunday, July 10, 2011


Today I boarded the bus
in search of fellow travellers

and small stones for the river.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

The bus

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

Friday, July 8, 2011

Thursday, July 7, 2011


In winter my world contracts
to the perimeter of my hearth

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

The Winter of my LIfe


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

Monday, July 4, 2011


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

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Friday, July 1, 2011