“We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy” – Joseph Campbell


I returned home today from the last trip of the year.  Flying over Perth I felt an affection for the city I call home.  I was home.  The thought resonated deeply.


Like the humble dragonfly I have flown many miles this year.  Alighting gently, hovering and taking off again dozens of times.  I should be tired.  Oddly enough, I’m not.  There’s still light in my eyes and within as I look forward to the new year.

As darkness falls, my neighbourhood is alive with lights, music, and laughter of children water bombing into swimming pools.  I can feel Christmas in the air.  It’s time to stop and take a deep breath and relax with a glass of chilled liquid sparkle.


Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

In response to RDP – Friday – Sparkle

The sundowner …


As I sat at the window watching
the sun slipped off the horizon
outside, the palm trees rustled
and the frangipani bloomed

The night, young and warm
much like me once
yes, you knew me then, in the dark
like the frangipani, by perfume

Laughter around me, the genie
I see your presence in a fleeting smile
not yours, but familiar enough
oh! those uneven rolled sleeves and crinkled eyes

How near you are, when I’m far
sitting here, sipping thoughts
from an empty glass,
in a noisy bar

If you were with me
I’d say, like before,
bring out the stars
make my jaded heart sparkle again

a dawn bird

In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Sparkle