ice on the inlet? no, just a trick of ripples & light ...
ob-scene ...
is it a tree? ...
reflections ...
crushed ice anyone? ...
bird landing ...
speaking for itself ...
wings like ruined venetians ...
flamingo-pink feet ...
not one of Michael's rabbits ...
the hills from home ...
Ending up at home looking out at the hills and the sky; always the sky.
Below are the opening lines to the poem, 'heat and cold' from my book, 'Feeding the Dogs.'
heat and cold
As the tide goes out it leaves the inlet
bared, lifts the hatch of its engine room,
its hidden motor of mud where seagulls
elbow and grab and slap splayed feet.
Along smoking gullies, mist forges
a mute trail of bulging steam. Where heat
and cold condense , it falls, coats the grass,
turns it grey ...
7 comments:
Lovely photos & poem. It's very hot up here so it is fun seeing some winter scenes from NZ.
Lovely photos. It looks as if you didn't have as much snow as we did.
Thanks for sharing your morning walk with me - love the time together
Turned my computer upside down so I could see the houses on the hill in "reflections." What beautiful views there must be!
The reflected tree photo is just beautiful.
Paul, Catherine, Endment, Theanne and Mike - Thanks so much for dropping by. I love to read the comments and apreciate your thoughts and responses so very much. :)
Love these....
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