7/12/07:
Fresh quiet morning.
We breathe in deep the soft air
already heating.
14/12/07:
An overcast sky
grey with the promise of rain.
My eyelids heavy.
21/12/07:
It's a sweet story
the babe, the star, the manger.
A time for new birth.
28/12/07:
The cockatoo's crest
rises as a question mark
on his bright gold crown.
******
Flying flags lift off
from a bridge that floats on sky
over dense water.
******
A slice of their world
shows the goldfish purposeful
and filling their world.
******
Pop a strawberry
whole into my waiting glass!
My palate tingles.
******
The huddled boats
nesting under tarpaulins
waken to first light.
******
My friend's blissful face
raised to the source of the light
shines in its one ray.
******
Through mist, a rainbow
glows above green hills and fields
marking a treasure.
30/12/07:
Retreating for years
to the rooms furthest apart
each one worked alone.
Now Andrew and I
have brought our desks together
in the living room.
© Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2007
