Beachcombing

Beachcombing is an exciting activity in the winter.

So many interesting objects wash up on the shore to find.

We could easily do this all day.

outer shelled armour

scuttles on rocky surfaces

hiding in dark cracks

silently waving

tentacles cautiously curl

back under a rock

tangled strands of kelp

decorations on the sand

tickle my feet

little blue balloons

carried to the shore

afloat a wave

shiny spiraled homes

nothing living now inside

a lucky find

What do I see?

Hiking on a dirt track, what do I see?

Black cockatoos are squawking in trees

Hiking on a dirt track, what do I see?

Weedy bunny tails are growing so free

Hiking on a dirt track, what do I see?

Giant seed pods – eyes looking at me

Hiking on a dirt track, what do I see?

Thick, roughened bark like scales on a tree

Hiking on a dirt track, what do I see?

Spiky desert flowers, a prickle or three

Hiking on a dirt track, what do you see?

Winter Haikus

Winter here is up and down.

Sun shining in clear blue skies one day.

Showers bucketing down the next.

Smiles beaming as we run on the beach.

Hope glimmering through rain-beaten windows.

An unsteady season.

Blankets wrap the sun

Earth’s coldness in grey shadow

Warmth swelling within.

Sunrays find a crack

Light exploding like diamonds

Summer in charade.

Leaves fall dry and brown

Naked branches withered, cold

We huddle closer.

Storm clouds roll slowly

Over choppy ocean waves

Awash with the new.