mango moon
don’t go to sleep
I’m not finished with you
I haven’t posted in a while and found this among my haiku sketchings. Just something hot and sticky while I watch the mountains turn white here in Northern California.
mango moon
don’t go to sleep
I’m not finished with you
I haven’t posted in a while and found this among my haiku sketchings. Just something hot and sticky while I watch the mountains turn white here in Northern California.
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A favourite photo and an unrelated haiku: This little ‘Paper Daisy’ sits on Logan’s Ridge of Mt Barney. I had to scramble out precariously to take the shot (like I didn’t enjoy doing that) professional nature photog style. In the background are Mt Ernest and the ‘wedding cake’ shaped cliffs of Mt Lindsay on the QLD/NSW border. I love living here.
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young gum tree
throws down its leaves
facing the wind
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November night old familiar friend
Let’s sit and be old friends again
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Gaze at your stars till eyes grow weary
Sit and watch your thin clouds clearing
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Again you’ve hung your humid coat on the hook of crescent moon
Still it hangs between intermittent soft breeze awakening, stirring
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I enjoy our thoughts which pass unspoken of today, tomorrow, morning
Just to sit here, be here, breathe your soft night’s story
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Unspoken air, warm yet cool, still yet moving slight
Breathe on me your quiet quilt of Queensland November night