broken silence
the fall of one
golden leaf
*
gentle breeze
the crackle of gum leaves
across the boardwalk
*
shady fig
the silence
of empty nests
– Lee-Anne Davie
Melaleuca
again an unseen bird
cries your name
*
wetland pool
turns my mind
to tea
*
Easter Saturday
a family barbecue
amuses the kookaburras
– Trudie Murrell
thin path
the strangler fig tightens
its grip
*
forest entrance
lorikeets race
against the traffic
*
choosing a path
ants travel straight ahead
– Cindy Keong
no breeze
grass moves
to the rhythm of butterflies
*
in the creek
moss and rust
years apart
*
back to read another page
copper-bottomed ant
– John Wainwright
*
all photographs by Cindy Keong
You know, it really strikes me that Leeanne was listening hard, Trudie had food and people on her mind, and Cindy was thinking about the paths. Mine all came from the creek path, very mear the lichen log in Cindy’s photograph. Together with your series that touched on just about every aspect of the experience, they make a really complete story of the Downfall Creek ginko for me.
Thanks for posting them.