Lying here isn’t helping…….
mechanical sounds whirl. blowing away the leaves that fell. the tree’s presents to the ground below.
jewels of water caress the possums home. sparkling in the grey light.
the palm filters light in stripey folds. it sways in the breeze against the glarey sky.
the blinds hang like lone cobwebs. they dance subtly-slightly.
i sat up. the rain falls, sprinkling like icing sugar. slowly painting its way down, down and down again. the leaves shiver in the breezy air. the sky is grey
the leaves are cold
the dainty rain is falling slowly in thin spits of water
the beauty is just out the window…
the mechanical stops
just the cars passing by
it starts up again to blow the leaves
nature is met by the realisation of the city…..
The Secret Avenue 