DECEMBER’S POEM FROM THE CAFE POET

 

Lily

Lilies on the walkway

Patches separated, spasmodic clumps

Their flower heads, of a single petal

Rapping the pollen encrusted spear;

With leafs of delta shaped geometry

Their edges rippling with curls

Maybe on this morning I’ll find

A girl named Lily, wandering lost

Along the seas paralleling walkway,

Perhaps she’s been looking

For a heavily tattooed poet;

Who’s also lost, in this pleasant city

Oh well, a nice idea on this sunny morning

Guess I’ll have to make do, with seeking coffee;

Though, it’s not remotely a fitting replacement

Written about walking into town, along the coastal walkway

September 2008

© Robbie Grace

© Clive Robbie Grace

ME AND A DOG AND EARLY MORNINGS … THE FRIDAY BLOG PAGE

ME AND A DOG AND EARLY MORNINGS

For so many years I walked Miss Maddy very early in the mornings, home for breakfast and then get myself ready for work. Through the winter months before it was even light. In a safe place of course and we often meet other people walking their dogs before breakfast and work.

Now my life is very different and there is no real reason to walk so early.

But I can still be found walking with little Jasper just as always. Some mornings it is rather dark and we have our walking lights on, all a glow in the darkness . In the cooler months. I love being able to see the sky change from a deep darkness, on clear mornings  the stars keep us company untill the darkness change to deep grey then to daylight. I’m fascinated by the first faint gleam of change, depending on the weather from a slight touch of a lightness in patches to a subtle touch of the palest coral. That may quickly to turn to orange or magenta. The warmer weather brings the amazing crystal clear early mornings sky, often without a single cloud to be seen. Those mornings will find us heading for the walkway with the extra bonus of the Tasman sea, sometimes so still just touching the shore with a sigh, other times the soft sound of the rolling surf almost hitting the land by surprise.

There is a hush and peacefulness for a while before the rush of the day begins for so many people. We, of course, are looking forward to our lazy breakfast on the deck if possible or the cosy nook in the kitchen overlooking the by now busy street.

There are still the same favourite places to walk. And although Jasper is small he is in charge of the pace even more than the lovely Miss Maddy ever was.

As we head home I may plan some of the day. But there is no rush, just a feeling of peace and calmness after the thrill of watching the day arrive.