Choices

When we held handswe believed our destinies were entwinedour paths were the same, so was our destinationour eyes set on our goals. The dreamer that I amwas entranced by those I met on the wayI wanted to play with the butterfliesand sleep with the firefliesrun on the dew drenched green grassand dance with the wildflowersready […]

Choices

Tundra Swan Fly-by

. How lucky to have a few Tundra Swans delight me in a close fly-by! . Tundra Swan . Wingspan 60-72 inches (152-183 cm) . Gorgeous wingspan! . While in flight, the Tundra Swan’s wings make a rhythmic humming or whistling sound that carries more than a mile.  It is believed this may help the […]

Tundra Swan Fly-by

Alas my memory!

What wouldn’t I giveTo have a fickle memory My thoughts scattering in the airLike the dandelion seedsBut my stubborn brain refuses To let go of any detail, small or bigLike an elephant it has a long memory Of all my past follies and blundersThe handsome face over which I made a fool of myself The […]

Alas my memory!

Not always proud to be Australian

As I am writing this it is Australia Day here. It is a post I always struggle with each year because I’m not sure it is right. Many people think, me included, the date should be changed because for the indigenous population this date in 1788 meant the end of life as they knew it. […]

Not always proud to be Australian

Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

Image: Dante Gabriel Rossetti – Beata Beatrix, Public Domain Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton I see youa lost strangerdissimulating grief in the #fall’s shadowsI feel youdreams of wild young tigersin the Sahara of my suns the fate plays gamesI drag youinto the lands of spells which crawlpassions striketill all is left from usare ashes in […]

Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

Beyond Red Feather

“If you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. […]

Beyond Red Feather