autumn starts hot
close the blinds and curtains
turn on the fans
inside our cocoon all day
can’t watch the garden shrivel
1/3/11
cooler nights
we sleep longer
wake startled
cats hungry, sun high
our heads thick with dreams
8/3/11
5pm cool
I go out walking
wave at others
all we fat women
out walking at dusk
9/3/11
We don’t go
to the funeral
this morning.
She’s dead and won’t care.
We had a bad night.
15/3/11
When I think there
might be
a ghost in the house
I become modest,
undressing discreetly
and shutting doors.
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Snowy mountains
of cumulus cloud
float in the sky
above the earth
mountains
like copies.
(These two also posted as 'small stones' in my Stones for the River blog.)
16/3/11
Wet Saturday.
We lie in bed long,
the morning paper
strewn on the covers
and a sprawling cat.
19/3/11
there are crystals
hidden in the mountain
sometimes they appear
among stones in the road
or glinting from the creek
22/3/11
Suddenly
I hear all the white noise
I was deaf to
from fridge and computer
with my new hearing aids
29/3/11
Cinqku Sequence
Slow rain
dribbles loud
on roof and path.
I open the curtains
and watch.
The drops
glistening
fall in stages —
roof to vines, pause, roll off,
hit ground.
I loll
warm and dry,
coffee in bed,
reading old newspapers,
with him.
Old age
brings pleasures
unknown when young:
weekdays can be Sundays,
lazy.
30/3/11
