BLACKHEATH SPRING

BLACKHEATH SPRING.

Come

Spring!

Gather

your forces.

Spread scented breezes

to gently blow a second wind

over these old garden bones and up the stalks of jonquils,

robust daffodils and snow drops.

Frolic now with mauve,

and white violets,

pink heather and blue rosemary

rusticating on dry-stone walls.

Frightened lizards scamper and hide

far from hungry kookaburra eyes.

Sulphur-crested cockatoos scratch out early seedlings.

Green parrots search for nesting trees.

Garden now is ready to host

a party

for reckless wild orange poppies

and wanton daisies.

Young Japanese cherry blossoms weep beneath a radiant cobalt sky.

Perfumed Daphne mingles well with

purple mint

to cascade over

stepping stones.

Tree ferns snuggle up against old grey round timber logs,

Buds appear on rhododendrons.

Mountain air

Is crisp

and

sweet.

Welcome

Spring!

Cheers!

VGOW

30/08/18

Lament

LAMENT FOR MICHAEL PRICE

Dear Booza,

With love and heartfelt sorrow,

We say farewell to you.

You were of noble character,

A gentleman, through and through.

Rayleen and your family,

Ronny, Spooky and the guys,

Linda and all your friends,

Hold you dear, and grieve at your demise.

I remember such fun on the dance floor,

How you loved to dance,

Square dance, barn dance, rock and rock.

We bopped at any chance.

Wild car rides, as teenagers,

we thought we ruled the world.

We moved through space at a rapid pace,

Always laughing as we unfurled.

Most of all, I remember your laugh.

It rings in my head even now.

Your smiling face is there, too.

So, glad I am to have known you.

May you rest in peace.

At journey’s end,

Radiance may you find.

We love you still, always will,

We who are left behind.

                                                                                 V.GOW 09/08/18

FROM A DRY LAKE BED

FROM A DRY LAKE BED.

Come,

old

fossils,

lift with breezes

from a dry lake bed

when the Sahara sneezes.

Create a billowing dust curt-aain.

Chad’s tan wind clouds blow

to the west,

again.

Laden

with

pearl

phosphorus,

across the Atlantic Ocean

ride on high,

past giant waves and

sailing ships,

past islands, lazing in the sun,

                                                                        to sigh,

to hear a mighty jungle scream.

Top soils,

depleted.

Nature’s coat,

 a ragged green.

Now,

lay down your bounty.

                                                                     Allow this flora

                                                                      to flourish

                                                                   and gleam.

 Nature’s cycle comes every year,

allows nutrients

 to

reappear.

Amazon River,

dreaming,

flows,

enriching

 sediments.

So it goes!

VGow

26/07/18