Category Archives: Poetry

Not Yet Departed

Swallows

Haiku 53

Not yet departed

Borne aloft on southern winds

Spirited away

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Once again I saw many European Swallows flying over my garden. They were milling round overhead, massing together rather than catching insects on the wing.

I dashed inside for my trusty Canon, but when I got back outside they were no longer flocking.

I caught one last glimpse of them over the rooftops, as they headed off – South?

Yep. They were definitely headed South, so I don’t think they’re ready to go back up North just yet!

Also, it was strange to see them flying in a skein formation like this. They’re not geese after all!

 

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Sticky

Stick Insect

 

Haiku 52

Hiding in plain sight

Clinging on with one leg gone

The Stick Around Guy

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I found this tiny stick insect on the side wall. He’s about two inches long. It’s been yonks since I last saw one. We used to have gigantic ones a good six inches long. Funnily enough that one also had only five legs.

His disguise of being a stick didn’t quite work on the white-washed wall! But it was good to see the little guy and know that they are still surviving, somewhere.

 

To See the World in a Drop of Rain

Raindrop 1

 

To see the World in a drop of rain

Mysteries of the Universe

Swirl within your milky depths

Difficult to comprehend

The gift of life you bring

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More precious than liquid gold

Your welcome kissĀ in short supply

Bathes each petal and blade of grass

Throwing a lifeline to survival

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Water is Life

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Raindrop 2

Transformed by a little rain in my garden last week, some of my plants hang on to life by the slimmest of threads.

 

Autumn’s First Gold

Vine Leaf Autumn Gold

 

Haiku 51

Catching golden sun

Tucked in lavender for fun

Has Autumn begun?

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I found a few golden vine leaves caught in my dried up lavender. The morning sun was just starting to illuminate them with its warming rays.

Autumn in the Cape is a beautiful, albeit short, season.

Temperatures start to drop now. I may have to dust off a jersey!

 

Sundown

Sundown

 

Sundown

Don’t stare at the sun

We’re told as a kid

Unless through a lens

As clearly I did

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With my trusty Canon in hand I am never afraid to try awkward or difficult shots, safe in the knowledge that my camera will take care of the specifics and produce a decent photo, while protecting my eyes.

Here the sun is beginning to go down towards the mountains, with vineyards in front, as I took my friend home after her birthday celebration of cake and champagne.

Even though I took the shot directly into the sun, my little camera still managed a decent picture – and I wasn’t blinded.

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Don’t worry; I took my champagne “To go”, by pouring most of it into an empty water bottle I had taken with me for that very purpose. I may have a teeny reputation on my blog for drinking vodka or champagne, but I never do so and drive.

 

Faded Beauty

Old Rose

Faded Beauty

Your skirts are faded

Tattered and torn

Spotted with age

And all forlorn

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Withered and tired

You hang your head

Maybe you’re thinking

Better off dead

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My dear don’t you know

Can you not see

How lovely you are

Far more so than we

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I found this old rose on my floribunda rose bush the other day. There are still new rose buds appearing, but it was this withered rose that caught my eye.