Easter Monday sunlight...

Easter Monday sunlight
a trickle of
its grand self#haiku #NaPoWriMo2021

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) April 5, 2021

saving Nature's creatures blitz...

On a 'saving Nature's creatures' blitz...
Saturday...a fallen baby ringtail possum...
Sunday...my furball seemed out of sorts...not eating...hid outside...unusual...(Today very quiet but accepting comfort)...
Monday - daddy long legs inside my window...carried gingerly outside...

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) April 4, 2021

The daddy long legs seems to have survived a change of venue...
He seems to be enjoying his 'mountain top' view in the garden - after starting on the ground... pic.twitter.com/Oj5bIMIxiK

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) April 5, 2021

Of course, I should have called this beautiful creature a praying mantis... He just seemed so long...and, in the heat of the moment, the mind made an association slip... pic.twitter.com/UOMY3fm0NG

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) April 6, 2021

Easter Monday...

Easter Monday
a lingering
long weekend
stumbles from
holiday choices#tanka #NaPoWriMo2021 #micropoetry

— Gemma Wiseman - on Bunurong land, Kulin Nation (@AuraGem) April 4, 2021

smiling cacti...

the cacti on my verandah seem to be smiling today in the midday sunlight...

magical sunlight
little cacti
polish their greens

pink robin...

My soul place is Tasmania...

even though I only lived in the north, in the Liffey area, for a couple of years...

(not far from Bob Brown's place at the time)...

But now, I feel a craving to return...who knows...

'The robin is the one
That speechless from her nest
Submits that home and certainty
And sanctity are best.' - Emily Dickinson
The poem refers to the red robin, but the lines capture beautifully the elusive, the private nature of the pink robin that I only saw once - in Tassie https://t.co/Mqwvc18GRE

— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) April 13, 2020

Shaddie needs 'time out'...

Easter Monday morning...
and Shaddie needs some 'time out'...
even if it's a brief walk on the verandah railing...
And even though the light is a misty grey
I don't mind a breath or two of the world outside
before launching into some 'must do' chores...
cleaning out the cat litter box
washing my hair
and school programming...
but perhaps a little reading of 'World Without End' may slip in there somewhere...
just while my hair is drying...