Battered Notebook, Blunt Pencil (A Moment of Meditation)

Sitting silently in my doorway

early spring sun holds little warmth

            rainbow lorikeets chatter noisily

hidden in trees, motionless in the absence of breeze…

Distant echoes of a rooster crowing

as the neighbourhood slowly wakes

- rising sun breaks free of the mountains top

rays of insipid warmth spill into

the tree-lined-house-crowded valley…

Muffled noise erupts on either side of me

            what sounds like an animated discussion

from the right…

… and to the left the little boy wakes his parents

with a flying-frog-splat, belly first

- or so it sounds to me…

Sitting silently in my doorway

a tiny spider explores my knee

as a fat glossy lizard scuttles across leaf-strewn tiles

- early spring, sun holds little warmth

cold rises from rain-sodden earth…

… the morn is crisp and clear and fresh

revitalized after a wild stormy night…

In the distance a cow moo’s loudly

and closer to home my butcher-bird-friend

warbles in jubilation of the day-

- sitting silently in my doorway

scratchy blunt pencil, battered notebook

I too give thanks for the day

and this moment of calm

that has come my way;

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Poetry & Art - SharonleeGoodhand©11 September 2016