gardening on pause
wilding will weed its own way
welcoming all sorts
Looking for Basil
The moon peaks nearly a week before the equinox
expectant full moon
floats industriously
prior to waning
In the morning garden
silvery grey fence
heartthrob of azalea
bright gumtree blessing
Tonight Zsor-zsor managed to kick out her leg (from the knee down) whilst sitting in a wheelchair. Walking just got one step closer.
What time?
surprise me; delight
as you restore your selfhood
bit by bit – be you
Zsor-zsor has busy days in hospital with all manner of therapists to see. Each morning, I let her know who’s on the list.
Today she clearly asked ‘What time?’ when I mentioned that the physio was first. Lots is implied by that simple question, not least that she is the one who decided to ask it.
The garden party
clouds rush past moon
mozzies do ensemble dance
waltz partners jibe
And the world, it turns, again
white blossoms unfurl
misty moon does pirouettes
morning’s light awakes
Zsor-zsor’s favourite trees
first leaves on birch trees
whispering, elegant
sketchy promises
Zsor-zsor update
Essentially
wonderful rainbows
some of them start in Melbourne
end up in Essex
Open season on roses
inhale fragrant rose
that lovers not scared of thorns
can savour springs kiss
A ‘rhodie’ gets to work early
you appear early
then with flashing beauty
gladden my heart
Rhododendrons tend to start to flower in late August in Melbourne Au. The state of the flowers on this one makes me think they’ve been open for a few weeks.
Meanwhile at Blake Mouse, an update about Zsor-zsor
Sunrise, if not dawn
What’s your favorite time of day?
I walk out the door
the sun peaks at me o’er fence
e’en through clouds I smile
Carl’s evening haiku: August 22, 2024
grace consumes the nightwithin this silent darknesshealing commences
An evening haiku: August 22, 2024
Lighter than laughter
bare human footprints
lighter than laughter’s own lint
all care blows away
Riparian respite
wattle that’s bobbling
winter heart pounding with joy
spring footsteps bounding
Curved boughs
you ask nothing
I take endless delight in
curved boughs, limbs and leaves
Purple, unplugged
a gift of flowers
plants loving roots in our heart
brightening mowed lawns
Purple woodsorrel (oxalis purpurea) is native to southern Africa and considered a weed in most parts of Australia
Daydreaming on the roof
reflection hits me
dissipated rooftop view
elevates my dream
Winter blues turning pink
natural order
a bloomin’ happiness mandate
put spring back in step
Sunscreen and Windcheaters for Melbourne
no leaves left to blow
winter’s wily wind rustles ’round
steals shining glory
PS: It’s a crystal clear day in Melbourne today but the chill factor is -11° F
(68-11=57°, not bad at all)
Oh rivermio
contemplative stream
reflections on shadows
still features at play
Olympic Gold for Melbourne’s Winter
pollen in the air
fragrant aniseed gold dust
wattle eye due
I blame poor sleep and hay-fever for this one
Thank you, for peaceful service
a family hopes
when they come to this country
for a better life
Sir Zelman Cowen, legal scholar and university administrator, was Governor-General of Australia from 1977 to 1982.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zelman_Cowen
Statuesque
chortling brass herrons
glad to be taken as cranes
as they plumb new depths
Herrons are more predatory than cranes.
davidwdon 
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