Spider Orchid

Spider Orchid Wildflower, Cape Naturaliste, Western Australia

He sat

He sat bewrestled
unsure uncertain but loved
he sat just fishing

Tea

Tea warms and calms. The kettle boiled, the familiar cup found in the cupboard. A careful measure of leaves. The grumbling subterranean burble of the water boiling and the light rivulet giggle of the pour. Then comes the aroma that reminds of the tropical place where the leaves were grown, and of knarled black hands that stripped these dessicated leaves. He brings the cup slowly to his lips and drinks carefully, calm and warm.

Longing for Far Away

Today I long to be at my favorite place in Western Australia. We have a tin shed there by the sea, from where we can hear the huge waves bursting on the sand. We can watch the surging dangerous sea and fish for skippy, flathead and the elusive groper. Ah heaven. I wrote these Haiku poems to take me there.


We three enjoy beer
Buffeted by the sea breeze
Bathed in the sunset


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Beyond our far rock
Gelid winds marshal and champ
Upon our wee shed