Tracks in the Sand

 

Tracks in the Sand

Who made these small tracks with toes of three?

Not a bird, not a lizard, not a crab.

Not a cat, not a dog.

Not a rat, not a possum, not a person.

A shy agouti, the local “rabbit”,

comes out at dawn and comes out at dusk,

leaving only its tracks out at midday.

 

Passion Fruit Passion

 

Orange-colored, seed-filled juice lurks inside the maroon-hued passion fruit.  Flamboyant color is matched by intense taste and tartness; a treat to the tongue and to the eye.

 

Friends

Dear friends, old friends.

We talk of days bygone, days more recent, days to come.

Days we will remember; days that define our lives, define ourselves.

To be a friend is to be 

forever.

Hammock Time

The siren hammock calls to me,

with claims of rejuvenating afternoon rest.

 

Shell Ginger in the Rain

Shell ginger blossoms fall heavily from their protective sepals,

collecting raindrops as they dangle toward the ground below. 

 

Small Whelk

Spiral gyres of decreasing size 

reduced to a skeleton by water and sand

tell of years gone past

in life and death of the small whelk.

Jan 31, 2013

Bumping along Monkey River Road,

warm breeze on hot skin.

Happiness flies into the car on

the sweet scent of orange blossoms.