I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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9 October 2011

Soft Morning

Soft morning 
fresh from rain
the birds just beginning — 
and I walk out again
one childhood morning
from The Orchard House

my grandparents’ house
in Spreyton, Tasmania
early after rain
when the air
had just this light
this scent. 


  1. Beautiful! I felt like I was there. I love that scent.

  2. Thank you krouth; I'm glad to have reminded you of it.

  3. Tasmania? Literally? I never knew anyone from Tasmania! Do tell...

  4. Rosaria, my reply to you became so long that I have moved it over to my SnakyPoet blog, here.