Treasure

A full rack of clothes in an op-shop.
My favourite op-shop in Canberra: Green Shed

Lifetime of stories,
tucked away in every fold,
op-shop memories.

Young love

photo of the sun shining through autumn leaves
Autumn in Canberra

A meek sun peeks through,
warmth against the chilly cheek;
autumn blushes, falls.

Hear, hear!

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Isn’t Sylvia the best? I love her writing—there’s something so enchanting about the way she transforms grief and depression into such evocative words.


I’m away on holiday for a couple of weeks, and until I get back with more haiku and photographs, I’m sharing some of my favourite quotes. Hope you enjoy!

If you want more, check these out:
Travel haiku | Musings about life | Copywriting adventures

Unknowable

Insides of a dried mushroom

Deep-set mystery,
pleated within a mushroom;
nature, sign of life.


Photo: The inside of a dried mushroom. Here’s the same one in all its glory.

See?

Ceiling lights reflecting on black tea
Ceiling lights reflecting on black tea

Like poetry, tea,
bit light or dark and bitter,
triggers reflections.