CLOAK OF FOG

 

A thick winter cloak of fog

Settles deep into the valley

Making everywhere anonymous

Obscuring every lane and ally

And for those poor souls abroad

Found it was not a night to dally

QUILPIE

 

Quilpie, western Queensland

Is in the Channel Country

Sitting on the banks of the Bulloo River

Way up along the Diamantina

In the land of the boulder opal

DRIFTING BY THE LAKE

The sun glinted on the distant

Snowcapped mountains

As I stood by the lake

With the mist still lingering on the water

A trout broke the surface

A few yards away

And drew me back 

SEE THE COCK BIRD STRUT

 

See the cock bird strut

His dance of spring

With flaunting feathers

He will gayly sing

In hope of delivering

Cupids amourous sting

BLACK SHROUD

 

The black shroud of night

Falls across the land

Like a black velvet cloak

Dropped by an unseen hand

SIMPLE PLEASURES

 

One of my greatest pleasures is a well-kept garden

Whether a cottage garden with its simplicity

Or paths and planting laid out with symmetry

Or the parterre with its ornamental formality

MARBLED SKIES

 

Marbled skies of broken cloud

Coloured with blues and greys

In the frosty air of winters bite

The marbled skies of winter days