All is bright, and I betwixt God and you,
the kookaburra is in the willow,
and honeyeaters in the honeydew
flitter as I lay your breast and pillow.
You are my morning and evening star,
sweet inveigler to the unpracticed heart -
girl, all I need is to be where you are
and never know what woe it is to part.
So we are in our beguiling sublimed
by a divine ordinance or blessing,
but visceral love, like a woman’s mind,
keep all mortal men eternal guessing.
Kid, you mean and are everything to me
and I do love the stars in Cotton Tree.
Written: September 1997
*Cotton Tree is a little enclave
in Maroochydore, Queensland.
Our unit was the next directly
to the left of the one circled.
Categories:
honeyeaters, blessing, fate, love,
Form: Sonnet
My neighbour
wondered where all the birds were going to
"to my yard,"
I replied
the Cockatoos for the green almonds
Blackbirds and Mynas for ground cover insects
Crows bark-scavenging for borers and tree worms
Honeyeaters fighting all comers for flowering red gums pollen
Pigeons fossicking the soil minding their own business
to finish giant Fruit Bats
some say escapees from a botanical gardens cull
add a creepy aura at night.
Categories:
honeyeaters, nature,
Form: Free verse
While the red gums bloom
the honeyeaters
quarantine my garden
from other bird species
even my best mate
the little blackbird
hides behind garden pots
terrified
when he visits.
Categories:
honeyeaters, nature,
Form: Free verse
Haiku-flowers and hummingbirds
Dripping with nectar
Baskets rampant with fushia
Honeyeaters feast
Margaret Foster. April 2012
Categories:
honeyeaters, nature,
Form: Haiku