Sturt Desert Pea, roadside, Pilbara mining region, Western Australia
It’s Sunday morning, five am
he’s alone in bed
remembering her feet
tangled in sheets
soft, supple,
nails painted shiny, Sturt Pea red
a dawn bird
Month: September 2019
The wildflowers are blooming!
It’s about a two hour drive between Geraldton and Morawa through farming country and a drive I always enjoy. This time, being wildflower season, it was awesome. It would have been more awesome if I prepared for being covered in pollen and dust. I was cavalier, “Oh! I’ve never suffered from hayfever!” was my dismissive response. But I’ve returned home with bigger bags under my eyes than in my hands and feeling totally dehydrated.
This was a bucket list item and worth every discomfort.
We left Geraldton and the vivid, fluoro yellow canola fields behind to enter wildflower country.
There were acres of yellow, white and pink pom poms, millions of them.
Egg yolk paper everlastings, too.
Just carpets of flowers as far as the eye could see.
These flowers were on shrubs, native, no doubt.
And entwined around small tree limbs, the gorgeous, delicate, fringed lily.
I chased this little one from tree to tree. His call, beautiful and melodic and so strong, for a tiny bird. My first photograph of a black honey eater.
I’m home for a couple of days resting before another round of travel next week. And, then, the Murchison region, the Midwest outback. I’ll heed advice and remember to pack some anti-histamine!
As always
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Advice
Zen
that moment of stillness
suspended nothingness
mindful mindlessness
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge : Zen
Seeds
One cannot help but watch in alarm the politics of the day around the world as the perceived security of ‘democracy’, is split wide open. The world, it would seem, is becoming more divisive by the hour.
Splitting exposes the core. One can either perceive it as being rotten or within it we can find the seeds for change.
I find it interesting the politics of some nations is focused on a few bombastic individuals whereas the politics of change in another is ‘people power’ driven by youth. The latter gives me hope.
May peace and hope reign in your part of the world today. Be the seeds for, and, of change.
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Wednesday: Schism
A Shared Space 
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