Sounds arrive to ears-
Also, heart and skin.
Eyes smell and nose listens..
Makes no sense.

Sadly and Currently -
2023 can f-off !

There is hope of a purple 2024 for all creatures.
Trees of small and oceans of tall.
Colours of wind - bring the swell.
Light and kindness to all.

The 4am need of smoke with clear cold sky and blanket.
Kalahari desert of old.
Hominini are wondering about water and grub.
Butterflies are playing with flowers.
Purple is moving forward with no regard.
Now Humans are here - and the tank is almost empty.
The sun burns hard through the smoke cleared.
Clean is the sphere - but expected kindness was not to be.
Clear of purple violet is the new fear.

Time does not wait for compassion.
Earth will rebell and take her children back.

On my Walkman - 1986 Helbron flat 180 Pine Street.
Walking on a hot summer eve down pine street hill, those smells... ...Wilson toffee's melting on the hot pavements - and chicken roasting machines outside the local Portuguese shop.
Arcade machine music - Pac man & street fighter sounds in the corner of the café.
The smell of fresh chlorine and water after school.
The Green grass feels and tickles under my toes, and the taste of Oros juice.
Plastic table clothe with bees humming a tune.
The feel of heat evaporating the burn next to the pool.
The touch of baked towel from the sun.
Night life of adventure in Pretoria, was 16.
Memories of life and wonder as teen…

The smell of winter colour is warm.

The Panther jumps high - below is the valley with shadow - The sun above brings light and balance of sorrow.

Turn the key -
No matter how much we think we have - nothing can stop the actual time assigned.
All are looking - do we see...
Clouds move
Rain falls
Snow builds
Sprung is spring
Then its all again
The conquer of lock , is love in a timeless flow of patients
and selfless - agitated baking and waiting of bread, teaching
those who need assistance.
Kindness to one self and understanding the lock of love.