i have found a patch
of quietude in my busy
day and spend it outdoors.
under a dovegrey, marshmallowed sky
and with the gossip of
two brown house sparrow
wifes.
i take my loafers off
and share the fragent warmth of the earth
with the colony of oiled, black skinks
and the shy, baby
blue tongue.
and i sit on a log...
and breathe..
long and deep...
restrorative sighing.
then appearing above us all, a kite or eagle, rides the wind in circles....perhaps...
the baby blue tongue,
is right to be shy...
in the distance
the kookaburra chuckles
and the lorikeets squabble
and people murmur and shout.
too soon,
my respite is over.
then it is shoes on,
and back to the computer screen and desk....
but at least i had a few moment's grace...
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
i have found a patch
of quietude in my busy
day and spend it outdoors.
under a dovegrey, marshmallowed sky
and with the gossip of
two brown house sparrow
wifes.
i take my loafers off
and share the fragent warmth of the earth
with the colony of oiled, black skinks
and the shy, baby
blue tongue.
and i sit on a log...
and breathe..
long and deep...
restrorative sighing.
then appearing above us all, a kite or eagle, rides the wind in circles....perhaps...
the baby blue tongue,
is right to be shy...
in the distance
the kookaburra chuckles
and the lorikeets squabble
and people murmur and shout.
too soon,
my respite is over.
then it is shoes on,
and back to the computer screen and desk....
but at least i had a few moment's grace...
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