Rusty on edges
as nature, are—most—humans,
except, not as bright.
Innate
Tag: poetry
Gratitude
A show-stopping scene:
nature’s thanks to humankind—
for global warming.
Photo: The bloody Canberra sunset from a couple of days ago. The redness is a direct result of the smoke that wafted into the city from the bush fires lapping up forests and natural reserves not far away.
Leader
Follow me human,
and to freedom I’ll lead you—
off-grid, towards life.
Bright night
Summer rays shower—
as if the universe said:
and let there be light.
It’s my first summer in Canberra (yes, in this part of the world, Christmas is literally hot!), and I’ve been enjoying having abundant light—even at 8 pm.
Looms overhead
Coughing up shady,
as criminal in hiding,
looms, bush fire embers.
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the bush fires raging throughout Australia. This morning, Canberra woke up to heavy smoke wafting from fires around the state. It’s been a devastating day.
The Chaos Within 