Saturday, December 19, 2015

Quiet For Almost That Winters Beach 2015


From where we peer into this space,
That which the eddying tide slips and vacates,
Now, quick as the arctic elements are kept at bay,
The frost will move in similar ways,
Growing to entrance all that it's clutch would seize,
We see this sea from seeing more for we,
Like everything that day at the sea escapes too be,
An intensive journey the same,
But back to it's original resting place,
When mentioned this seascape which rests and filled a space,
For now, from the only shore so sure to know,
Could be a lovely entrance into Coles Bay,
Of peace for all and always more too adore.

Sunday, December 13, 2015

On the Fronts 2015.

A scene of placidity,
Yet systems moving gently soon too collide,
From the peace towards our forsaken watch,
It is from afar which we stand,
Before this new break in the frigid air of dawn,
So divine to observe the sheen unto an awakening sky,
All that is captured in painted splendour is wise,
Now, from the cool winds that lift the anxious songbirds,
Those visible air masses form and float and move us,
Enough of the arctic tricksters play,
But admonished by the Pacific warm airs,
Too go and stay away,
Still moist and waiting to precipitate,
As we all know and anticipate.