I didnt have time yesterday to stick around and fiddle with
this. In the interval I decided to go back to the original
format of no line breaks at all. (Lets see the server bugger
that up!) Sorry for the confusion and multiple posts.
Josie
BLISS
A rainbow arc of hammock stretched between two trees
obscures the lawn's flower carpet below. Gentle swaying. A
mix of jasmine and freesia perfume. Filtered sun, grey
clouds threatening, patches of blue. Distant waves crashing
rhythm. Magpie warbles heralding the rainstorm looming.
Temperature dropping. I may have to go inside soon. I can
just see the yellow grevillea flowers over hammocks edge and
a Rainbow Lorikeet upside down nectar feeding in clownish
antics. The trees are hissing, the breeze stirs, the wind
chime's clear tones are C maj tuned. There's much to-ing and
fro-ing of birds. A kookaburra joins the magpie's song. Sky
darkens. A butcher bird drops in and perches above me,
garbed in soft greys, blacks and cremes; hopeful for meat
scraps. I'm resting after walking the dog the beach's
length. Sea eagles were fishing off Lion island again and
the grey heron hanging out along millionaire's way. Rain
starting to spot, I don't want to move. Floating on a ball
of twine, gliding on my multicoloured wings. The currawongs
have started now "its going to rain today". There's a lull.
The breeze smells of rain on eucalyptus, recalls bush tea
infused with smoke, misted valleys in early morning dew.
I'm too lazy to go get a cuppa tea. Up high, the rain clouds
travel on north, the patches of blue widen. Another lull.
Its a quiet place to live with the birds. At night the
Boobook mo-pokes the hours away. The bird chorus continues.
Josephine Severn
Pearl Beach, Australia
Wed 29th Aug 2001
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