Funny Autumn Rumours One autumn afternoon, a lonely sparrow arrived in the vineyard carrying a piece of news so important that she could barely keep her balance on the fence. "Winter is coming!" she announced. The vineyard fell silent. "Are you sure?" asked a frog from the reeds. "I heard it from a swallow who heard it from a crow who heard it from a raven who lives near the mountains." The frog considered this. It seemed a rather long chain of communication. But before he co

One early Saturday, I set off into town with a simple mission. To buy a pair of normal jeans as the autumns just landed with rain and loose leaves. What do I want not jeans that promise good luck at the casino. Not jeans designed for influencers. Not jeans guaranteed to attract insistent glances every time I sit down at a café Not the the gardening style with outer pockets of tradie style either. Just jeans. On the other hand, not so loose that they could accommodate a lunch

Brisk morning air Escalators flush up Bags, shoes, dreams Over the coffees steam Smiles blooms Scorched by the autumn Lost papers of the day end Rolled leaves in the wind Cigarettes lighting the sunset Whale is slowing down Petering rain Wiping windscreens and worries Half a moon Swipe off the streets Gone leaves and rushed lovers Glass doors shine with streetcars Evening high heels tap dance Wine swishes in the glasses Opera doors lure dreamers inside

over the edge of the water day’s end fire canons of silvery power emptying the beach from my shoe in the morning dew only the stone smell remembers washed skies drops of laughter of summer rain squares rainbow row beach huts dotting the edge edge of the water melt in the sky Winds swing by White foams on my toes bright and steady horizon line eyes drifting away white water on cold fingers after the holiday sand in my pocket

White fields sleeping, cold and wide, Lonely magpie struck my eye. Perched up high upon a wire, Looking like a priest for hire. Black as coal and thin as rain, Tiny queen of winter’s plain. Sad as Monday, proud as sin, With a beak too large and grin. Like a shadow, like bad luck, Like a gambler freshly stuck. Like a note that lost the song, Still she stubbornly hangs on. Strange as ink on winter white, Lonely dancer in the night, Elegant as midnight’s tune, Like a blackbird m

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Inside Fiesta For every version of myself Lining up the days of my life- The one with bright and shiny eyes, The one who drags her heavy feet on cloudy days, The one who ponders by the window I cherished all and keep you close A thousand versions of myself I will remenber all A thousand shades and thousand lights Each holding hope inside My weakness is my strength. vInside Fiesta For all the versions of myself Lining up the days of my life The one who shone large and br