Two Willy Wagtails swooping and diving over the Obi River
A truck piled high with bales of hay driving in the sun.
The thick mat of Hoop Pine needles on the pavement beneath the trees outside the Primary School. (next week they will be swept up and thrown away ready for the first day of school)
The thought of swimming laps in the cool blue pool then walking home into my damp, clay smelling, studio and making pots.
2 comments:
sounds like you were away from the flooded areas...
Hi Shannon,
my name is Scott McKernan, and I'm about to join this site. Your work is beautiful. I'm a potter too. I've just recently finished studying poetry, and I thought your posting this morning was beautiful - poetic and full of descriptive imagry. I enjoyed reading it. Go you!
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