Sunday, June 28, 2015

Love Set Free ...

Sweet petals of the rose
I send to thee
Messages of love
From my heart
On wings spread far
To set them free...
No creature of beauty
should be caged
Nor silent kept
Set free to sing 
Her songs of love
In Earths fine air…

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥
Illustration "A Birthday"-  circa 1910 please enlarge
Emma Florence Harrison   1877-1955

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Summer Days...

I long for the warmth
Of Summer days
A painted sky
Of pastel blue
And sunshine warms
With golden hues
Soft breezes
Set the flowers to dance
Their pretty colours
Brighten the day
Their colours blur
In the sunny haze
Sweetest scents
Float on the air
The songs of birds
Sound the day
The hum of bees
From flower to flower
How I love these
Blissful hours
Summer days
Without a care….

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥
Flower Wallpaper Please enlarge

Monday, June 15, 2015


Today, on a cold and grey winter morning I had an early appointment. I was in the general area of where I grew up and close to my old primary school so I decided after my appointment to visit a place which as a girl and young woman was very special to me. I was commenting on a blog not that long ago about a creek and nature reserve which was directly behind my school. On special nature days, accompanied by our teacher we were allowed to visit the reserve and creek to study the vegetation, water plants and grasses, water birds, frogs, dragonflies, hover flies etc., and collect leaves, seeds and draw pictures of the insects, birds and plants.  Today I was so disappointed to find that the sandy shores have now all silted up, also the sandy bottom of the creek. The once crystal clear water is now murky and filled with ‘Alligator grass/weed’, an invasive weed which destroys native vegetation and chokes waterways. Much of the native vegetation along the shore has been destroyed by the invasion of Lantana, a noxious weed in our State. The local Council is addressing the problem but it is a huge undertaking.  I walked around reflecting on what was once here and how beautiful it was. It is still a pleasant place, quiet, with the sounds of the rippling water and birdsong but sadly only a shadow of its former, pristine beauty. Here are a few photos of the creek, the Reserve and some Australian White Ibis, Black Ducks and Pacific Black Ducks. I came away feeling quite sad, perhaps if I return on a sunny day it will not look so bleak. Please enlarge the images.

Sunday, June 7, 2015

Meadow Days...

I picked some flowers for my love
Gently pressed them to my heart
Hoping he could feel the love
My gesture would impart
For he knows not how I miss him
Since he is far away
And how I count the hours
'Til his sunshine fills my day
I feel his warmth in the sunshine
That lights my meadow days
In the blue that paints the sky
And sweeps the clouds away
In the beauty of the flowers
That bright my every day
The warmth of his words
In my heart they shall stay…

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥
Image from Internet
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