Southern Sun

by | May 8, 2013 | Poetry

Hitting the cold pavement with my flip-flops. Southern sun. Beating down on my pale exterior. Soft whispers in the wind, tranquillity, warmth. Waves reaching toes of joyful children. Hospitality exchanged. Strangers have welcoming smiles. Trees hold hands, cooling...

Mother Nature

by | May 8, 2013 | Poetry

Birdsong, liberated. In the hands of mother nature. Lost in thought, in the trees, in life, in mind. Golden crunch, under my soles. Toxin cleanse – joy and peace. No restriction to the adventure of Sundays. Squirrels roam, they paint a happy picture. At home – they...

Home

by | Apr 1, 2013 | Poetry

The lagoon of water shimmers in the moonlight. The trees whisper as they lean into the well-lit pathway, that I walk on this Summer’s eve. On the other side, people sit and talk under the stars. Refreshments and entertainment. The best spot to enjoy the air, the...

A Sunday Afternoon

by | Oct 21, 2012 | Poetry

I sit here, enjoying the peaceful tranquillity of the woods. Silence, almost. Only the symphony of bird song is with me here. I feel nature and it’s presence all around me: I feel liberated. I feel free. Lost in the woods with a notebook and pen and I can write...