MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Hideaway’

atop a mountain
secret hideaway
expansive views
crystal clear lake

only a few know
this special spot
still less can reach it
being that remote

timeworn hut stands a witness
to the ever-changing elements
at such high altitude
unique climate for sturdy plants

local animals make their burrows
in the shorter brown grasses
while adventurers hiking further
set up a tent for a chilly night

freezing cold can be experienced
with a snow falling any time of the year
warm clothes real necessity
four different seasons in a day

the less known part of
the land down under
where furry wombats
give a good night

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Gran Memories’

soft humming of the ceiling fan
for some mysterious reason
brings up memories of my grandmother
her kitchen always smelled of food
while the pantry hid some treasures

delicious translucent cheese
the kind that contains zero fat
the smell grows stronger
with more time in the open

there were healing herbs
collected in pristine meadows
dried on trays in the shade
used to heal ailments

we collected more herbs
than all of us could utilize
during the year so the rest
was obtained by a health store

in the pantry were also treats
one particular comes to mind
it was a juicy pink chewing gum
that did the biggest bubbles

it was right on the top shelf
so that we kids would not reach
we had to ask for it to get one
a measure to protect our teeth

my granny had some tricks
down her apron ‘sleeve’
she knew how to stop cough
with a help of a fatty onion

another delicatessen from
the seasonal kitchen of my nan
yellow apples from the garden
fermented in a sauerkraut crockpot

they still had a nice crunch
yet were full of the kraut juice
so sweet and sour flavored
perfect to bite into for a snack

granny also made her own pasta
dough rolled by hand
the sheets then dried
on tea towels on a sofa

when we came for xmas
the special folklore cookies
many shapes forms and tastes
all perfectly decorated to savor

xmas at nana also meant
there were mandarins
the fruit signaling arrival
of the winter season

and as the ceiling fan
now blows away the heat
these dusted memories
fly back to their former
location

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Blank Page’

hello my dear
it has been a while
our past encounters
long into the night
sitting next to you
now makes me smile
seeing the light

little wit no ink
joyous to give into
your embrace
much rather than
visit to the shrink

gentle movement
sweaty fingers
brain fog lifted
spilling it all out
your touch is gifted

truth uncovered
books on the shelf
shadows with a glow
the time is here
to know thyself

noosa everglades

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Tea Tree River’

it took aeons
yet we savored
every moment

simply gliding
mirrored surface
of the river

at sunrise
we took off
in a kayak

paddling gently
returned smiling
almost at dusk

solitude on the water
no other soul around
apart from goannas

tea tree color
spanning wide and deep
hiding bull sharks

in the everglades
the sun emerges and retreats
undisturbed