hungry bees burrow
deep into blossom collar
seek buried treasure
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Overlooked
he lumbers up behind me
to where I sit
silent watching
his lava breath
singes my hair
flames my ear
he peers over my shoulder
as if he will see what I see
as if he can
I wait
body solid
gaze fixed
breath shallow
and wait for him to leave
APAD Same sound, different light
silent in the day
each footstep and every breath
shouts in the darkness
APAD the next one
snap-dried fuchsia blooms
scorched by single heatwave day
maintain their colour
APAD6
Feijoa
firework petals and gold light tips
you are un-flamed matchsticks
brighting up the green
What day is it? APAD5
underneath your feet
cloverly cloverly bloom
unnoticed in the grass
Think it’s going to be one of those months … aka APAD2
Perhaps it is unrealistic to think that this particular January is going to see a poem every day here. Who knows?
I’ve been taking lots of photos when I walk for the past while, and I’m going to use some of them as poem prompts. We’ll see how it goes. Today, a haiku about Melbourne’s weather. Not complaining, because it’s the first really hot day of summer for us.
January sun
brings summer’s furnace winds
chases us inside
