Google+ Followers

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

For All Our Dreams

The white misted sky opens 
to reveal a cerulean canvas,
bluebells in the wind,
ladybugs in lavender.
The strength of spring unfolds into summer,
shedding fears with the retreating winter.
Like butterflies returned from the future,
spirits flying ahead, 
we go forward to answer our calling.



Sunday, 2 July 2017

Bliss

the shade of orange in the petals of a flower
the scent of summer in the sea
the beach on a Tuesday evening
ions in the waves
all the paths I choose
sand beneath my feet
the sense of eternity 
we find in dreaming



Thursday, 1 June 2017

Nirvana

delicate droplets mist new leaves

cherry blossoms flutter like butterflies
for all of the things in the world on edge
immerse yourself amid the petals
the exquisiteness of light



Saturday, 29 April 2017

Trusting the Sacred Within


it’s all in the shade of a blossom
the mystical flow of spring  
the way spiderwebs shimmer 
in evening light 

ever in process
content with the pace
allowing ourselves
to breathe outside


Friday, 7 April 2017

A Favourite Selection from Guest Poet & Reader Mike Mercer


"Spring" from William Blake's "Songs of Innocence" has been selected by guest poet and reader Mike Mercer to welcome in National Poetry Month
Sound the Flute!
Now it’s mute
Birds delight
Day and Night
Nightingale
In the dale
Lark in Sky
Merrily
Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year
Little Boy
Full of joy
Little Girl
Sweet and small
Cock does crow
So do you
Merry voice
Infant noise
Merrily Merrily to welcome in the Year
Little Lamb
Here I am
Come and lick
My white neck
Let me pull
Your soft Wool
Let me kiss
Your soft face
Merrily, merrily, we welcome in the year

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Light Come to Life

Here, by the scent of cedar
in late afternoon sun
I will wait forever.


Sunday, 12 March 2017

Fall Beauty by Guest Poet Alex Penz

leafless trees
little rustles of wind
bells from nearby cities
cold wind 
rustling through our clothes


Wednesday, 1 March 2017

Earth Medicine


When sunlight permeates rainforest winter
and blackbirds ascend from violet bark,
soft clouds drift into ancient dragonflies 
moving like wind across the sky.

On those rare days
when the blue in the raven’s wings
shines in the light,
go through the open doors.

Wednesday, 1 February 2017

Feathers Glide with Artwork by Wendy Bullen Stephenson


we give each other words
as gifts in the night
somnambulant boats
like ghosts in pink mist
quiet as sea air
the possibility of new stories