recollection of water
Sunday 10 August 2014
Thursday 17 July 2014
When the water freezes
I love when winter sets in and
the water element in oxygen condenses and freezes upon all that is exposed to the clear cold sky.
Where the trees shelter the earth,
the frost abates.
Saturday 12 July 2014
Where the water falls by the ancient stones
flowing by the ancient stone circle
what may one hear in this stream.
-
a water altar
in the Rollright Stones- Oxfordshire.
cup and ring marks in Kilmartin, Scotland-
tiny sipping cups for the fairies!
Thursday 26 June 2014
Mediterranean Blue
slinking blue soothes
turquoise of protection
surrounding as a balm
the healing power of water
breathes into the cells
Friday 14 March 2014
Where the water flows and grows rocks into new forms.
jutting out from the yellowing grasses,
the rocks hold the hill in its place
where along the cracks the water follows
the path of least resistance
flowing down
down
down ever down
until it finds it still point.
and this was a country without fences
once.
Sunday 16 February 2014
The smoke that smears itself over everything
Returning recently to Victoria,
The smoke from burning fires settled upon everything,
Creating a kind of unease that is irksome.
My thoughts, prayers, and love goes out to the fire fighters
And those affected by the fires.
yesterday was one of those days in australia of late
where the horizon is smudged with smoke
from some far off fire
and an eerie resounding feeling abounds
as the heat sticks
and plays game with ones mind.
inescapable it is,
the drying fierceness
of the pulsing summer sun.
in my youth, summer would come and go
uneventfully, save for burnt skin
and joy of late evenings under the sprinkler.
now it seems to stretch itself
obtusely across the longer part of
the year creating dread for the likes of me and my coolth
loving kin.
© Allis Hamilton
The smoke from burning fires settled upon everything,
Creating a kind of unease that is irksome.
My thoughts, prayers, and love goes out to the fire fighters
And those affected by the fires.
yesterday was one of those days in australia of late
where the horizon is smudged with smoke
from some far off fire
and an eerie resounding feeling abounds
as the heat sticks
and plays game with ones mind.
inescapable it is,
the drying fierceness
of the pulsing summer sun.
in my youth, summer would come and go
uneventfully, save for burnt skin
and joy of late evenings under the sprinkler.
now it seems to stretch itself
obtusely across the longer part of
the year creating dread for the likes of me and my coolth
loving kin.
© Allis Hamilton
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