I went to my favourite lunch-spot today, the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe. I have not walked that far (the weather has been dismal), since I’ve been home from my trip to Philadelphia. Surprisingly I handled the long walk reasonably well. Then I sat down for a coffee and a piece of tasty blue-berry cheese cake. The winter sun was gorgeous, out on the outdoor balcony, and I happily “observed” a pair of Weebill birds, as I continued to write this poem(Below). Also attached, a few photos from my pleasant afternoon observations……
The Weekly Word Prompt is: >> Observation << click to view their site.
Black Snow Thaws In The Winter Sun
I’ve no more secret words of sorrow
Only old lines I’ve borrowed
I found them in a poet’s dusty booklet
The pages were tattered, like grandma’s cookbook
Torn recipes, out of last century’s Gideon’s bible
Of a tongue, ancient and tribal
Shadowy scriptures that now appear outdated
Erased from my sacred tablet
Years of love and dreams desecrated
Thrown away, but prudently not wasted
My road ahead is now cleared of black snow
The night is not always black, you know ?
Ivor Steven (c) June 2019