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Dancing the tune of the breezeShe lifts her coat sleeves –And freezes as if in prayerTo breed in the shady leaves;Green confetti in air.
On the rib-case underneath –A waxy seam of leaf,Tiny eggs, colour of creamAre stuck with butterfly paste.Blue lady lifts as a dream,Leaving them, to hatch or waste.
Who knows where she goesBlue butterfly mother?
...I had a dream the other night.At first, it gave me quite a fright.I thought the Moon was falling, ’tilit landed on my windowsill.She fluffed her fur and shook her headthen gracefully leapt onto my bedIt’s not the Moon, it’s not a spider.Instead, a silver Greater Glider!At 12pm, the midnight hour,a clock struck twelve. A sense of powershimmered through her moonshine coat,as sh...
A stay at home day today.A quiet, nothing day.I build a multilevel carpark for my cars.Baby sister knocks it down. Arggh…..I jump high on my trampoline to peek next door.A kookaburra laughs.I laugh back.Jump, laugh, jump, laugh.I lay on my trampoline to rest,and make pictures from the clouds.Dinosaur, bird, dolphin, a funny face.I hide from baby sister in the garden.A lizard ...
The whoosh of the wind has lifted its sail.
It flips and flaps and flicks its tail.
My kit-packet kite is pecking the sky,
jigging and jagging, higher and higher!
Soaring in circles – a marvellous thing!
I am the keeper.
I hold the string.
Oops, it’s in a tree…
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I’ve got a kite whose tail’s quite white. It’s strong and light in colours bright. With wind just right my kite gains height. The string’s pulled tight. My kite’s in flight! But my delight soon turns to plight when wind-gusts bite with forceful spite and push my kite with such great might the string can’t fight and snaps in fright.
My falling kite’s no more in flig...
