A collection of poetry celebrating the spectacular colours of nature beautifully captured by Ros Woodburn.
September 2024
Pink
Fairy floss
Stuck
On the nose
Of kunyani
Licked off
By warming
By the sun
Dissolving
Into the caverns
Of the city
Below
From the Island
Gazing
Hills East
Hills West
Wind and recent rain have cleared the air
And now, with warmth
Eucalyptus oil is rising
Blue hills
An Australian legend on the radio waves
(transforming the visual to the auditory)
And a spine of blue mountains
West of Sydney
And here
Across Storm Bay and D’Entrecasteaux Channel
27 June 2024
Ochre or rust
Golden or burnt
Breakfast feasting eaten
then skins transformed
Into shrivelled fire lighters
Morning’s scalloped sky
Dangling freshly shed bark
Shivering amongst the canopy
Underfoot, geology oozes oranges
Then seen raised above into shrubbery
As burnt off, dying Xanthorrhea blades
And even higher as senescing eucalypt leaves
Orange vegetation falls back to the earth
Fodder for the brightest of orange fungi
Dots of pencil-head caps and cup sized umbrellas
The sun’s halo glows
Warm wood of my home’s interior glows
All orange as worthy as gold
Saggs glowing lime green
Mosses spilling across ground
Sun makes wattles shine
A collection of poetry celebrating the spectacular colours of nature beautifully captured by Ros Woodburn.
September 2024
Pink
Fairy floss
Stuck
On the nose
Of kunyani
Licked off
By warming
By the sun
Dissolving
Into the caverns
Of the city
Below
From the Island
Gazing
Hills East
Hills West
Wind and recent rain have cleared the air
And now, with warmth
Eucalyptus oil is rising
Blue hills
An Australian legend on the radio waves
(transforming the visual to the auditory)
And a spine of blue mountains
West of Sydney
And here
Across Storm Bay and D’Entrecasteaux Channel
27 June 2024
Ochre or rust
Golden or burnt
Breakfast feasting eaten
then skins transformed
Into shrivelled fire lighters
Morning’s scalloped sky
Dangling freshly shed bark
Shivering amongst the canopy
Underfoot, geology oozes oranges
Then seen raised above into shrubbery
As burnt off, dying Xanthorrhea blades
And even higher as senescing eucalypt leaves
Orange vegetation falls back to the earth
Fodder for the brightest of orange fungi
Dots of pencil-head caps and cup sized umbrellas
The sun’s halo glows
Warm wood of my home’s interior glows
All orange as worthy as gold
Saggs glowing lime green
Mosses spilling across ground
Sun makes wattles shine
Connection, a poem about the human connection to nature by Ros Woodburn, 1 December 2021
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