My poetry has faltered in recent times but trips away provide grist for the mill:
Holiday Spot
A chorus of galahs
Fill the skies with cries
And then all is calm
Bar the odd squawk.
A pleasant breeze blows
Diminishing the heat a little
All quiet except the sounds
Of nature all around us.
Dogs snapping at flies
It’s not Australia without them
Every pleasant spot
Has its downside.
Time to relax
And leave behind
All the little worries
Most of the minor chores.
Brian Matthews 27-2-24
Spear Creek
Summer’s almost over
Creeping toward March
But nobody told Spear Creek SA.
Over 40 at times yesterday
Didn’t get below 30 overnight
And today hotter still.
At the bottom of the Flinders Ranges
Usually dry and warmer than down South
Until the skies intermittently open.
Long spells between the deluges
Officially desert country really
Wet weather both wanted and feared.
The birds chatter cheerfully
Dogs and people lounge in the shade
Activity kept to a minimum.
Such a beautiful setting
Huge gum trees crowded around
Hinting at the water source below.
Hills crouching behind the campsite
Looking toward the distant sea
Remembering when it covered all around.
Brian Matthews 28-2-24
Brian’s Reflections 