Poet's Heart

We live in a world torn between
wanting to listen to the sound

of a flower growing
and wanting to ignore the sound

of the sky falling.
 
By sometimes being sensitive enough
to the first process
we acquire the energy necessary
to prevent the second.
 
- Author unknown -

 

This is a re-post originally posted here on July 17, 2021 
 

Oak Tree

To be beneath this tall Oak tree

and simply feel all strength in me

is my calling coming true

so this heart is feeling brighter

as here on a grassy green

I lay down my weary tunes

in places where the frost has been.

 

And fading traces of windy storms

are erased from peripheral fields

as autumnal life

now seems to fruit like new acorn nuts

borne in protective cups.

 

Oh the glory of being in the wide open spaces

of Mount Lofty Botanic Gardens, in Crafers, South Australia 

 

Come With Me To See

I wish you all may be

here with me to see this sky so blue

with the green trees just waiting

to colour their leaves,

and all around, is welcoming visitors to explore,

to expand,

to just wander over the grassy land.

 

This is the place to be, 

where on this summer day,

I feel the ease of the Mount Lofty breeze

uplifting me. 

 

I drove up here through the long heatwave.

Sometimes we need to lose ourselves

and find a place like nowhere else

to hide away,

to while away,

to simply nourish and renew ourselves.

 

I took this photo in the extreme mid-day heat of February,

in the Mount Lofty Botanic Gardens, Crafers, South Australia 

 

Dear Friends,

I appreciate you being here with me.

It was a long hot and dry summer.

But thankfully, I returned from serious immune anaphylaxis

and am so happy to be here in my simple life.

I did re-post some of my poems, in those resting months.

I now have strength with an Oak Tree and photos to share soon.

Love and blessings,

Bee xo 

 

 
 

Viola And The Violets

Pure grace

sits with each shy flower,
she sings a song to light the sky,
the violet crown opens wide
and all the love for deep inside
is with you.

The quiet times,

low to the ground
are where the petals softly seek
to find some Ones and lift their hearts
higher than they feel within,
but true to all who see
their beauty in the green,
whose weeping tears are not unseen
but are rising now to form light mist
for all those missing being kissed.

I live with the violets.
Always did and ever will.
They call to me,

they help me grieve
what I know and do perceive,
for violet paths are lined with hearts.

 

This was written June 2, 2019.

It is a re-post to Come Blossom Come Fruit

When Candles Shine

I thank these mauve crocus

for being 'the shining ones'.

My quiet companions who rise

while the soil is warm and the sky is light.

They are silent.

They are bright.

They are a community of flower souls

to shine their saffron lights.

They illuminate all gentle ones

who wait 

until the call is heard

to go deeper.

 

We are here,

to share and care for others.

Possibilities are seen when a tiny white bud

comes through the dry soil.

I am deeply heartened every year

and delightfully I cheer to welcome the crocus

as they present a new community

inspiring me to see

that even after a fiery summer,

the brave will show the way

and sing the call of beauty

with grace and hope today.

 

This is a re-post from Match 18, 2020.

So far, there are 14 crocus stems this year. 

 

Colouring The Outback Sky

 

Top photo: Michael Greenslades, Australian Geographic Travel.

Thousands of Budgerigars, flying over the Nullabor Plain,

South Australia.

 

Below photo:  Chris Watson, Shutterstock
Desert Budgies wheel over a waterhole in the Australian Outback.