Memories that we keep …

In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Keeping

I’ve just returned after a quick trip to the South West of our State. My yearning to have my forever home there, is intensified. Each morning I set out looking for what I knew I would find.

Manea Park was quiet, except for the bird song. On the carpet of leaves, I knew, by next month, there will be wild orchids galore.

At the Bunbury Wetlands, the swallow chicks were fearless. All puffed out in fluffy coats, they watched my approach with curiosity and innocence.

I watched this little one for ages. She was not anxious for her next meal, she knew it would come. I brought home some of her wisdom.

My whole spirit delighted in what I saw in the bush. I was in a bird nursery. There were chicks everywhere.

When this tiny blue wren chick caught the sun in her chest, I knew this was a moment, for me to keep.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird


In response to RDP – Wednesday – Question

I lay in bed listening to the ocean roar
the winds screeched above me
the trees bent over, leaves stripped
I was gripped in winter’s full fury
I asked no one beside me,
why is the world an unfriendly place?
when one is alone
this is the message shared with me

The world may be an unfriendly place
but the Universe is a friend
she watches, listens and waits
nothing is given too early
nothing held back, too late

So I rugged up against the winds
and stepped into that enchanted place of communion
I told the Universe where I was
and where I never thought I’d be again
I felt her warm presence walk beside me
mother-like, she said

Each morning, head out to the unknown
with just one certainty
seek what you are looking for
and you will find, what you seek

Remember, there is poetry in Nature
nothing seems what it seems to be
a piece of rock, is history
the forest, a healing sanctuary
the setting sun, is not an ending
it is a new day, elsewhere
and in the first light of dawn, when you feel blue
a flower may open to the sun
but it smiles at you.

a dawn bird

Love, unfiltered

In response to RDP – Monday – Filter

I was once the moon, that filled the night sky with my luminous eye. I was once the moon that brought sea to shore, faithfully, once more. I was once the moon that eclipsed the fierce sun, when the long day was done. I was once the moon, silent companion, that faded into obscurity during the day. I was once the moon, the promise, in darkness, we find light.

I was once your moon.

I am here.

Find me again.

a dawnbird