8/5/09
Early morning cold.
I sink into my warm bed
like mothering arms.
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The nights have turned cold.
In my dreams they gaze at me –
my dead mother’s eyes.
15/5/09
A wild grey ocean
surprised by two bright rainbows
then one vanishes.
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“It lies about us” –
so Jesus said of Heaven.
Do we make our own?
22/5/09
Howling and shrieking
the wind is all round the house
bashing to get in.
23/5/09
Responses to friends’ LiveJournal posts:
From across the world
the arc of your dawn rainbow
brightens my morning.
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It seems the whole world
is assailed by rain and storms.
I hear nothing else.
29/5/09
"Droughts and flooding rains"
we learn from early childhood
in this "wide brown land".
(Acknowledgments to Dorothea Mackellar)
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