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SEASON
END
Mary McCrea
How
precious
Are these last lazy days
Of Summer.
Grass
still youthfully green
Annual flowers
Brilliant in their maturity.
Air
sweet and gentle...
Warmed by the
Suns loving touch.
Windows—doors
open
To wind-chime musk...
Song of birds.
Sunlight
filtering through trees
Creates dancing shadows
On lawn.
Fall
hints of its coming arrival
With a scattering of leaves...
Occasional cool nights.
How
desperately I cling
To the daylight of a season
That too quickly must depart.
AUSTRALIA
Mary McCrea
Where
but in Australia would you
Go to the “Top End”
In order to go “Down Under”.
Where
G’day is the word
To greet each bloke
Who comes your way.
And,
prickly silver spinifex
Thrives in red earth
Beside purple topped mullah-mullah.
Low
scrub flats
Are a counterpoint to towering
Kard and jarrah trees.
Deep
gorges of craggy rock
Are bottomed with
Wide, often placid, rivers.
Miles
and miles of open land
Populated with 'roos,
Dingoes and Emus.
Billabongs
offer haven
To crocs, both stifles and freshies.
Water birds nest along their shores.
Strains
of “Waltzing Matilda”
Come to life as one
Lazily drifts along the water.
“Stations”
comprise thousands
of acres
Where Aussies live
Isolated, independent lives.
Cities
scattered far from one another,
Have every modern thing —
Noise, traffic and cell phones.
A
continental history of
aboriginal inhabitants going back
60,000 years
A
penal colony
lathering European domination
Since 1781.
From
such beginnings
Has emerged a vital, friendly
Vast land of contrasts.
Often
wild, untamed
But identified worldwide
By its
cultural symbol..
The
Sydney Opera House
GOSSAMER WINGS
Mary McCrea
What a magical world
I see—in dreams.
Indescribable beauty empowers
My body to soar
And do loop-de-loops.
Gliding swooping
Over forested hills and valleys
Of deep velvet green,
Shimmering gold.
Wild bloody red
Exhilaration so
heady
I sing with a heavenly voice
That echoes and re-echoes my joy—
Further
sustaining
My soul in flight.
Nurturing winds surround
Arid energize my lofty journey.
I am part of
the eternal cosmos—
In the company of
angels.
Merge Siebert in response to Gossamer Wings
You
may soar my Friend.
Soar wherever you may will
Leave all confusion in a pile
At your feet
And.FLY.
The
higher you soar
The smaller what is left behind appears to be
Over mountains which cause you to stumble.
Over rivers and deep pools of
thought.
Away from the stodgy familiar
Into space,
freedom.
Cast away all that clings
Past all clouds of doubt
Past all
people
Past all past
Past all
Into ....
.personal
freedom
A wild adventure
To nowhere
ALONE
Float
back
Calm and refreshed.
Renewed view of life
Restored hope of future
Relaxed peace
of mind
INTERNAL REST
ANNUAL VISIT
Mary McCrea
Regularly,
once a year,
The world is greeted
With my silence.
No voice.
Revenge of laryngitis...
My come-uppance.
Lyrical
words mentally soar,
While composing heavenly song.
Only guttural moans emerge.
Inspired, intellectual phrases
Are lost to eternity
For wont of voice.
Clever,
witty responses
Die, sadly frozen,
On silent lips.
Oh fates,
Waste not your lofty talents
NOW!
Send
questions or comments to Mary McCrea at mmc5020@aol.com
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