The silence isn’t designed to let you brood.
It is to give you space to listen, look into your heart and listen.
~
wise words by Tess Evans ‘The Book of Lost Threads’
Tag Archives: poetree
Hello Sun
Hello, sun in my face. Hello you who made the morning and spread it over the fields…Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.
Mary Oliver
des glaneuses {the pecan harvest}
in the fields the pecan trees drop their bountiful treasure
the cockatoos swing overhead and the ticks lurk below shadows
a basket of size or make, soon spills brown eggs to hatch small brown birds
the queen nut and her babies are captured lovingly
while children bounce, frolic, nest and throw.
oh to covet a fireside nut crushing eve
and invent our own fairytales
this kinship and little people wriggles
jaffles in moonlight and the bright silhouettes sway
the foragers filled and the gypsies sleep by the coals in mandarin cloaks
*
nut tree nut tree
there is treasure hidden in your leaves
nut tree nut tree
drop your gifts down to me
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thanking thee dear friends.
and Miss F for the capture of me in the frames above.
pumpkin and pecan pie anyone?
pecan ice cream?
pecan truffles?
pecan and cinnamon cake?
pecan and mushroom soup?
pecan pecan hecan mecan?
xx
did you like my nutty poetree? and my nutty daughter?
because you are what you eat!!
more on foraging here.
a birds life and death
~
death come by me swift
i am stilled by crimson blood
and kiss her wet cheeks
~
om mane padme hum
Waking up to… {ode to Autumn}
Yellow the bracken
Golden the sheaths
Rosy the apples
Crimson the leaves
Mist on the hillside
Clouds grey and white
Autumn good morning
Summer goodnight
Author unknown to me
I revel in this crisp changing
Colors of the season enthrall me and I have to pull over and pause to savour
This tree is on my friends property
Almost a year ago I arrived to be present with their big children while mama was birthing
In the morning this tree shone vermillion crimson russet gold against a soft ash sky just like today
I will remember this baby’s arrival when I see the trees like this and the warm stillness of her family home
and on the way home, i see the trees like this adorned with a rainbow. I am aware for the first time of Cedar’s conscious recognition of a rainbow! a special moment… mama, burple wed gween in sky…
this classic Australian Grug book has been preparing him for the Autumn/Winter rainbow season…
ps is it really Autumn goodnight Winter hello??
A knowing moment
today Some solo moments by a silver shiny sea
reveal an expression of self inquiry
i want to hear the truth within me
Beyond the babblings of this mind and fear
There lies the knowing and clarity
in a stillness i cannot force
if only i can move aside
To allow this space for it to arise
To put my ponderings down to rest
To connect with the heart of it
I am fearful, I see this
remind me, my soul is steady despite the outer bombardment
The path ahead is divided and I must choose a way once more
Please instinct please knowingness please wise owl
turn up the volume, allow me to hear
in this moment I have forgotten how
This Moment…
This moment
a Friday ritual
one photograph from my week
and this week an accompanying poem/song
under the full moon light tonight
spirits dance they dance
holding hands we dance
joining souls rejoice
Ship rock falls
After Dancing Ground
Bodies limber
And weary
After dancing and stretching
And expanding in happiness
And connection
Plans change suddenly
A double obstacle
And I am lost
Internally inflexible
The flow is gone from me
Decision becomes distant
Anxiety arises
Partnership confuses things
We argue mildly
I am tired and back in the big world after festival cosseting and catering
It’s inescapably hot
I don’t know this area or where to find a swim
It’s overwhelming as we try to lead our family with no reference point
We chase a train and find some shade
Hooray a patch of green ground
Jesse takes Cedar walking
I lay with my back on the cool earth
Old tree shade covers me
Air becomes cooler
Temper becomes cooler
Priorities become more clear
The panic abates as fast as she arose
Go gently
Transition kindly
Find water and shade and food and sweetness
Is it really so simple?
For today for me it is
Later there is Ship Rock falls
A screaming step too close to a tiger snake who also wants the damp shade
A joyful explore of granite bouldery mossy water roaring tree ferny banksia woods with little man
A digestive coma after delicious orreciette with pesto olives salmon capers parmesano basil goat fetta more
Music echoes through the trees
I improve School Polka number 2 on the button Accordian
Children accompany
The world is right again
Later there is Kurth Kiln
rain howls and thunder blows
A safe camp to sleep in misty forest green
A playful morning
Road river races
Water churning exploring
Lily wants to eat the swollen river froth
Dripping ferns and bird songs and our songs
Cedar is the leader
Heart skipping with the scent of freshness and cool
How quickly the wheel turns
The sun rises the clouds part
Or how quickly my moods evacuate…
Hmmm
Glimpses of Outdoors
Glimpses of Outdoors
a gallery of outdoor moments from my visit to my family in Western Australia
outside I love
the wind
and how I almost fly
I am enlivened and refreshed
by breeze from distant seas
rustling leaves and whispering trees
or thrashing branches and lashing stances
outside the space surrenders me
and my smalls are free
running flopping
stomping rolling
watching witnessing
finding
hiding
grace of equine gallops
echoed in shorter limbs
husky love song of long grass
shimmering godly sunsets
moon rise so graceful and silent
birdsong twittering or raucous
all makes me quieter within in wonder
attentive I am to
sky song
star song
goose song
garden song
planting song
digging song
children song
flower song
harvest song
my song
earth song
calling beckoning drawing out into
the springtime song
a great cacophony of lifes vital forces emerging
infectious energy and creativity
cousins make fairy homes in the grevillea
while plants stretch new leaves at the sun
and buds open to the breeze
it’s the wildflowe…
it’s the wildflowers
in full festival
it’s the flowers
in every glance a hint of colour to be investigated
it’s the flowers
tiny, subtle, gracious, intricate
it’s the flowers
beckoning me across the road and into the woods
it’s the flowers
delaying me and making little ones impatient with mama as they spring on to new finds
(and me impatient with them for pulling me away, yes must go alone sometimes…)
it’s the flowers
invisibe to a casual eye
revealed with attention
unveiled with presence and patience
delighting all of us with their own groupings and gatherings
what do flowers communicate?
and here and here another another
it’s the flowers
which distract Cedar from falling asleep on walks of that intent
it’s the flowers
the bold red/orange/burgundy pea his favorite and each bush gestured and acknowledged
it’s the flowers
immaculate petalled orchids the queens
puffy pompom wattles
spreading cheerful red leschenaultia and running postman
tall sunshine billy buttons
minute pink fairies
countless silky blues orchids
spider orchids
purple pansy orchids
red beaks
dampiera
dryandras
tiny delicate fringed lily twiner
bright abundant cowslips
tall breezy jug orchids in mint candy striped shirts
at least five variations on the donkey orchid
black eyed pinks
and a myriad more I cannot name but love no less
it’s the flowers
the carpet of which trails our eyes through the open woodland
it’s the flowers
which bring me here in spring
it’s the flowers
whose essence and healing I soak up
it’s the flowers
the discovery of rarities a thrill each one thrillier that the last
it’s the flowers
in rain or wind or warm
beckoning a beautiful bouquet
in amongst the silver brown hued timber
it’s the flowers
enlivening and uplifting me
it’s the flowers
stretching my smile eyes and mind
it’s the flowers.
it is.
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