January

sinuous sighs
of stormbreath
encircle the night

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Song

lone bird
trills the dawn
lightly

At the Beach

fortress
of gritty sand
impenetrable
in its moment

Tjaynera

I had lost this place
except in dreams

now my children scamper on stones
to where the high silver thread
gushes down the sacred cliffs

and I am whole again

Florence Falls

stereophonic thunderclaps
envelope
the sodden tent

Worth Abbey

cavernous silence
memories of celebration
unfinish

Progression

image

yesterday’s surf
breath
of my sleeping beloved

today’s surf
torrent of night rain
convolving

Distant

distant barking
it’s that dog up the back
of Mum and Dad’s place
until wakefulness
reorients
am I home?

Milly

cheeky suck-thumb
I’m just a baby
humour me

Cyclogenesis

in the dark
rumble-gods gather
their curving forces of
airy mayhem