Slow Walk In The Sun

Slow Walk in the Sun

Slow walk

In the sun.

How simple pleasures

Can be

Such fun.

Basking in the radiance

Of the sun dance

After a day of rain.

It’s time to chance

The breeze in the trees

Sounds that please

An attuned ear.

We hear:

Panting of dogs

Cyclists passing logs

Children at play

On a zephyr teased day.

After the showers

The storms in the hours

Of previous days

As birds gently laze

On the pond

At wetlands

The sun on their plumes

In these days of spring blooms.

Simon C.J. Falk 19 November 2017

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We Tread Heavily Upon The Earth

We Tread Heavily Upon The Earth
After having frightened birds in a field.

 

We tread heavily

Upon the earth

[and asphalt, concrete or

whatever we construct

To hide our feet

From natures touch].

And

Our footfalls frighten

Fauna

In our wake.

We mistake

Our smallness

Of size

Among many creatures,

For insignificant impact.

How wrong we are.

Our lands, skies, seas

Bear the scars,

Of our excesses.

And, in the recesses

Of our overactive brains,

There are gains,

When we become

More aware,

Of where

We fit

In the cosmos.

Yes,

We have

A place,

But it is not ours

To erase

The good entrusted to our care.

For we are here

To share.

And

To leave

This place

Better

For us

Having been

There.

Simon C.J. Falk 15 July 2017
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Night Sounds

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                                                                                                             Night Sounds

                                                                                                              Night sounds
                                                                                                                     Fill the air.
                                                                                                                           Dogs and insects and cars
                                                                                                                                       Are there.
                                                                                                                Loud it is.
                                                                                                                        On and on.
                                                                                                                               Serenading us
                                                                                                                                         With their habitual song.
                                                                                                                  They invite us
                                                                                                                         To stop – 
                                                                                                                               And to
                                                                                                                                       Listen on.

Simon C.J Falk 15 July 2017

 

Bird Things

Bird Things

Bird things

on this cool morn.

Fragrant with

eucalypt scent,

even after dawn.

Bird song

here,

and there.

Near at times,

and everywhere.

These things,

borne

on bird wings.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 16 January 2017

Cool Morning

Cool Morning

 Cool morning,

seedbed of the day,

coming through the shadows

of the ebbing night.

Falling on the follicles

of our skin

with a crisp embrace.

Quiet morning,

sounds are still,

birds have faces folded

in the feathers of their breast,

their song a sunrise away.

Still morning,

barely a stirring,

so little traffic around the streets,

shuffling footfalls of other walkers,

the occasional car whirring,

its lights a brief blink of light

in the deep, dark pre-dawn.

Gentle morning,

A moment of peace

Before the pace of life quickens.

 

Simon C.J Falk                        20 March 2014