3/11/09
full moon ritual
a night of healing and peace
our feet on the grass
in a space between showers
two candles against the dark
10/11/09
flowers turning brown
rosebush leaning to the sun
the cactus thriving
along with the weeds and vines
spring sky darkening to rain
17/11/09
with a sudden cold
my eyes keep trying to weep
as the sun rises
I re-read my birthday cards
and note the change of season
24/11/09
at the end of Spring
leaves of introduced species
are already burnt
browning from tips and edges
and dead palm fronds keep crashing
only the rosebush
pruned and neat in its small pot
stays green and hardy
like the native vines and weeds
and the up-thrusting cacti
29/11/09
a thunderous spring
the hot winds stripping the leaves
like a new autumn –
sudden news from far away
and I weep for a young death
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