Travelling Poetry; Words are Prayers

Words are prayers I carry in my heart, rarely sharing them. Until now.
I travel with my eyes open and a notebook handy. The seasons, the trees, the breeze...I write my prayers upon them.
I live this way in still, untravelling moments too. Living in Daylesford, Australia bring the blessings of a rush of unwritten and half uttered words to my daily life. This month has seen the Words in Winter festival celebrate that art of wordsmithing, and I love that this town gets on board. To honour this I am peeling back the cover of my modesty and sharing some mumblings.

Hanging high from bare branches

The skin of old trees

Wait for time to break their fall

Winter day in Daylesford, VIC 

this place has not

forgotten

about colours

no urban palettes

of grey or coal

char

and coal

this place is not

afraid

of colours

Nimbin and Uki, NSW

Verdant

         Ripe

                     Fecund

And the rain...

Mullumbimby, NSW

Dreaming of temples

Hidden in the hills

A falling leaf...

Winter in the arms

of the trees

The warm smell

of incense

In the

cool air...

Missing Nara...

First snow, Nara