Thursday, April 30, 2020

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Queen of the Garden

Its age and timeless beauty demand
due respect and admiration
and when this oriental shrub blooms
it is a sight of surpassing splendour.
Undisciplined, this botanical lover
of life celebrates its sovereign
choice to spill its bounty
wherever its myriad branches
grope the boundless space
allotted it by nature
unconfined by the plans of
a gardener's aspiration
beloved by all free spirits
recognizing the quince's
right to excess in its
resurgent seasonal appetite to 
flaunt its sensuously luscious blooms
absent competitors to awe the gaze
of any who behold its unequalled
status as a queen among courtiers.



Wednesday, April 29, 2020


Nightmare or Reality?

Is this grim time of our lives real or have we 
somehow blundered into the hideous plan of a 
lunatic misanthrope  triumphant in executing
a scheme leading to the most complete of 
dystopian worlds mysteriously able to cast 
a spell over the entire globe to furnish his 
sinister entertainment, casting humankind 
into a vast cauldron of fear over the presence
of a pathogenic virus unknown, threatening 
lives of young and old casting itself into the 
moist, warm confines of humanity to nestle 
within and replicate endlessly sending out its
viral agents without cease in its avid search 
for ever-more-numerous victims vulnerable 
to the stench of its evil presence, as though its 
malevolent course burrowing its presence 
into our unwilling bodies in a horrific invasion
of deliberate terror, ruining lives, causing death 
among the weakest and those never suspected 
of being vulnerable will ever be appeased in
its voracious menace. Will this virulently hateful 
virus never abate? Will humankind ever regain 
its naivette believing itself powerful, able to
handily surmount any threats to its existence?
Might the entire world exist in a phantasmic
state of unadulterated, panicked hallucination?



Tuesday, April 28, 2020


The Gift of Life

Its roots are ancient, its value inestimable
for its life-sustaining properties yet it is a
humble plant beginning its own existence
as a random seed taking root in a field to take
its nutrients from the soil, drawing minerals
and vitamins, its best friends, the life-giving
sun and the cheerleading rain, and the wind
to disperse its seeds, all dedicated to its success 
as ordained by nature when she perfected 
the intricacy and interrelatedness of an 
ineffable scheme of glorious existence part
and parcel of an inexhaustible vision as
all-encompassing as the universe and as
detailed as the minutiae of an infinitesimally
negligible creation, an animal gifted with the
capacity to use its senses to view and to
analyze, challenging its brain to make choices
to fulfill nature's bestowal of the instinct of
survival, and no other gift of the field has
enabled that success as has that primordial
vegetation that revels in sun, rain and wind
waving the magic wand of its wonderfully 
digestible head in triumphantly arable fields.


Monday, April 27, 2020

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One World

How strange is humanity. At this time of
universal fear of the global pandemic
laying medical science and populations
low in a panic of survival a new mantra
has arisen 'we are all in this together' in a
world where we have never as a race of
animals of high cerebral function been
together in any sense of the sentiment.
Where great masses of people clinging to
basic survival in endemic privation ruled
by vicious despots for whom power over the
paltry lives of millions uncaring whether
they live or die of disease and malnutrition
embrace a fundamentalist religion invariably
instructing them that life in the hereafter is
guaranteed to those of firm faith, a faith
to heed sacred scriptures debasing that of
others, condemning them to death. Places
where civil infrastructure is as absent as
justice and human rights but poverty enduring.
Ragingly offended by the presence of others
on the globe who live in plenty, demanding
their 'share' of global wealth. A pause in 
violent attacks against such enemies while
agitating for humanitarian aid during the crisis
and typically when normal life resumes so too
will the acts of rightful faith in rabid terrorism.



Sunday, April 26, 2020

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Strange Times

You're familiar with them all from long
acquaintance, those with a penchant for
enjoying nature regularly tramping through
woodland trails, a touchstone habit recognizing
the value of our natural surroundings, the
urban forest adjacent a metropolis. But these
are not the regulars, their unfamiliar faces
register gloom, they keep their eyes averted
as though should eyes meet the dread virus
could leap the distance to settle into their own
eyes when what they sought was a respite from
seclusion in their homes not an encounter with
the dread new coronavirus. Lives have been
impacted with the necessity of isolation while
other lives have been deleted from the registry
of humanity's population base. They are buried
in isolation. While those distancing themselves
from others may no longer seek solace given
them by now-shuttered shopping venues much
less exercise gyms, or public parks nor visit
local restaurants or enjoy a night out with friends.
Instead they must find comfort where they can
seeking fresh air and exercise. Their glum
misery palpable as they stride through muck-
soaked early spring forest trails during a local
forest's most unattractive season, no vegetation
yet emerging from the forest floor, deciduous 
trees unleafed, a colour-monotonous landscape
only a nature-lover could appreciate knowing
what comes next. So the grim wanderers avert
eyes, close ears to cheerful civil greetings and
slog on, undistracted from their bleak vision. Pity. 


Saturday, April 25, 2020


Simply Noting

Is it social alchemy or might it quite
possibly be social anarchy, the situation
that otherwise obedient populations find
themselves in being ordered to self isolate
social distance, remain secluded in their
homes. Sleep at home, eat at home, work
from home, socialize from home, shop
from home. In short become a recluse in
a desperate bid to avoid becoming a corpse.
Or at the very best, inconvenienced by
illness, even made extremely ill by a nasty
virus that has bioscientists and epidemiologists
confused and uncertain themselves. Who to
trust? Evidently not WHO. Whom otherwise
to look to for direction? Depends since a
frightened public is wary of all advice given
that those decision-makers are themselves
left to gamble on suppositions while others
predicate their orders on directly opposite
theories. One thing, however, seems clear.
Under normal conditions the streets that 
without fail are clear of walkers and the roads
that normally are thronged with vehicles
have undergone a reversal. Now, streets are
full of people pushing strollers, teens walking
starry-eyed together, children playing games
riding bicycles, runners, families strolling in
the fresh air, while the roads are absent cars.


Friday, April 24, 2020

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Fair Weather Friends

In our considered opinion nature has
been inexcusably delinquent for the time
has come and where then is spring? Not
to be recognized in sub-zero nights nor
howling winds and ongoing snowfalls
despite the early burden of snowmelt now
a memory. Returning geese and herons
must surely view the cold with disbelief
and robins bereft of worms all suffer the
fate of early returnees from winter sojourns
in clement southern climes. The forest trees
have refused to leaf despite the rise of sap
from their roots and nowhere can be seen
early wildflowers on the saturated and icy
forest floor. But then another opinion
entirely entered this gloomy scenario when
from high above on winter-naked, spring-
ready branches of a forest tree rang out a
paeon of praise despite the cloudy cold
as a pair of cardinals trilled a chorus of
admiration for tardy spring, a veritable
embroidery of a melody from birds who
had been resident throughout the starkly
inhospitable winter months now pealing a
rhapsodic gratefulness for emerging spring.


 

Thursday, April 23, 2020

Introspection

In all fairness, in point of fact actually the greatest
likelihood in the answer to your inner-directed
query is that yes, there have been insurmountable
barriers, the very emotional distance erected
between yourself and others that have dictated
over the years none may enter the inner sanctum
of your privacy. Not that you ever harboured
intention to shut yourself away from others
nor be as gracious and social to others as you
expect civil people to be. Your sense of self
is that of an introvert willing to be socially
compliant while spurning a more robust and
open invitation to others to feel comfortable in
your presence. You too much value the comfort
you find in your own mind while assessing the
mindset of others, finding them wanting on all
but rare occasions. So vanishingly rare that one
person alone ever qualified for the open position
of soulmate and with that presence none others
might apply even for lesser appointments. Well
then little wonder is it that you feel a palpable
coolness in a long-familiar voice, someone you
once fantasized would become an intimate, a
friend sharing like values. For in fact this woman
who married your son is as remote as you have
always been. She too inherited that gene of 
psychological seclusion, comfortable in her own
choices one of which is maintaining distance
discretely, courteously but firmly from you.




Wednesday, April 22, 2020


Winter in April

Nature, it seems, has gone off-kilter her
equilibrium somehow disturbed by events 
she has herself moved forward and imposed 
presumably as punishment for humankind's 
presumption. Just as we now look upon 
strangers and friends alike with suspicion 
fearing that their physical proximity hosts 
a dangerous threat to our existence harbouring 
a contagion that has brought the world low
spurring us to avoid contact. Just as one country 
after another has closed in upon itself in a 
frenzy of spontaneous actions in a desperate 
effort to tame the beast that threatens human
existence nature too appears to have made
decisions that may be as confusing to her
elemental seasons as our current state of life 
not-as-usual has occurred to us in a plague 
of illness and death in a kind of new and 
terrifying game of Russian roulette sparing 
lives here and there, taking them relentlessly 
elsewhere. Disrupting her firm seasonal schedule 
a befuddled nature calling as usual for winter 
to depart has failed her due diligence though 
knowing the begrudged departure well and 
in her lack of oversight spring has been 
unceremoniously and covertly shown the 
back door, leaving winter in firm command.





Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Firefighters work at the scene of a burnt-out home on the Hunter Road near Wentworth, where multiple people are suspected to have been killed by Gabriel Wortman.

Sudden Lunacy Syndrome

A shaken community haunted anew by
tragedy confronts a puzzling conundrum
just exactly what is it that transforms an
ordinary human being into a raving psychopath?
It's a legitimate question begging for an answer
to a mysterious mind-changing element in
humanity that bedevils us from time to time
and this is one of those times. Psychopaths
we know are without conscience and absent
those emotions of compassion and care so
integral to human decency. And here we
deviate for this was a sudden malefactor who
did display compassion not merely posing as
true psychopaths do to screen themselves from
scrutiny. Unless he was, like the coronavirus now
shattering the world order and consuming lives
as its appetite rages globally, asymptomatic.
How account for a raging passion unleashed
through some sinister cerebral malfunction to a
pathway of blind rage sowing terror and death
indiscriminately leaving a community hollowed
out in mourning and the instrument of their
shocked bereavement titled as the demon who
committed the nation's largest mass murder ?


Monday, April 20, 2020

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Three Strikes

Come now, gather 'round as we count the
ways: homeless, drug-addicted and now
vulnerable to the dread coronavirus. Your
luck in life appears to have run fairly thin.
On the good news side there are many fine
people dedicated to seeing that you get on
with life. Not life as most know it of course
but your life, the life you have somehow or
other managed to choose out of a vast
multitude of directions of which you chose
this one. Not that it has been satisfying for
you to daily face the elements that housing
would solve, nor that the occasional high
might compensate for the drearily miserable
lows nor the opportunity never directly
sought to overdose. Much less that the frail
state of your health identifies you to the virus
as a credible destination.And then of course
there's the boredom factor. Look, I'm not sitting
comfortably here in judgement of you and
the misery life has handed you. Was it a bad
crowd you enjoyed that your mother warned
you against? That enemy of youth, peer pressure?
Disappointment with the trajectory of your
life when you expected much, much more?
Well, here you are, there are few crossroads
you might choose from since you've already
completed all the choices that have led to this.
Truly, honestly with feeling, I wish you well.

 

Sunday, April 19, 2020

The Silence of Snow

















Wind spurts fierce thrusts compelling
the snow to drift languidly and
mound into voluptuous landscapes
while evergreen boughs heavy
with snow release great clumps
themselves springing to height.

Lazy clouds of snow drizzle
the landscape. Falling clumps freckling
the grey sky, shifting clouds to
pleasure the insistent sun. Shafts
of light haze through the forest,
firing the snow to silver crystals.

Through the soft and gentle
stillness, the staccato of a hairy,
red-capped woodpecker. Snow
generously comforts a recently-bereaved
copse of elm, maple and poplar,
naked no longer. Trunks grey,
black and brown stippled
gloriously-blinding white.

Desiccated, bright orange bittersweet
fruit cluster along their vines'
chokehold on prickly Hawthorns.
Their haws shy against the
flamboyance of the others.
The creek drifts clear and tinkling
over gathered fall detritus
now heavily banked in snow.

A raven crosses the undecided sky,
its raucous call shredding the silence
swift body a black arrow true to its mark.
Soon, snow-muted silence regains
its imperious reign.


Saturday, April 18, 2020

 

It's a Dog's Life

A cursory glance identifies them as twins
and they definitely are look-alikes though
brother and sister, litter-mates of a litter
of two though large for their breed and
it's a mystery how a toy sire and dam
mated to produce our little treasures. We
know them as others do not and though
they may be 'cute' they bedevil us by
their unerring propensity to frustrate
though there is no lack of intelligence
to offset the wilfulness. As male and
female they exemplify the very real
variances in the sexes, both physically
socially and gender-behavioured. She is
most decidedly feminine, serene and
confident, assertive and cunning. She is
also designed by nature shorter, plumper
far less sleek than her brother who is taller
muscular and given to displaying male
tendencies of aggression. Between them
she is the leader, he the follower. She will
eat anything, he will spurn what fails to
impress though his appetite is restored
when confronted with sticks and aged dog
leavings. All well and good but what now
I find disturbing is that I discover a direct
parallel between their temperaments as
gender-varied as they are, and those of the
two who care for them, he and I, both like
them having lived together for a dog's age
each of us taking on the appearance of the
other as though the litter that introduced us
to the world was little different than theirs.

 

Friday, April 17, 2020

 

Rites of Spring

Only warmth was missing from this 
mid-April spring day but the sun was in
its chariot chasing across the sky warming
the yet-unclad forest below. Already red
blossoms had erupted on Silver Maples
though the forest floor remained bereft of
the glory of wildflowers. Suddenly, a small
very small dog came close to becoming a 
casualty as a nesting owl not long before 
arrived from the boreal forest swooped low 
with deadly accuracy, talons outstretched
but the dog's companion was having none 
of it and back up swept the challenged bird 
to her nest of owlets. In the stream bursting 
with snowmelt dividing the forest another 
annual returnee regally held audience to the 
few fish that surfaced. Small, furred wildlife 
re-awakened from their semi-hibernation 
face other challenges now with the return of 
sharp-shinned hawks prepared to nest and 
raise their broods as the raptors coast on the 
updrafts, whistling their domination of the 
skies, leaving the ground prey to the owls
the resident territorial coyotes and red foxes.



 
 

Thursday, April 16, 2020

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WHO, What Where When, How

A query not by necessity in that order, class
but you are well advised to pay attention.
The what remains uncertain beyond it being
a zoonotic leaping from animal to human.
Where it emerged is well known but one is
not to place blame on its point of origin lest
one give offence to a powerful political regime.
When it emerged alerting medical professionals
to the presence of a new, raging threat to global
health prompting them to inform their peers
their voices were stilled under threat. And
because we live in an interconnected world
of globalism where social movement and trade
tourism and business intersect to profit the
world economy transmission of a little-understood
and often deadly pathogen was achieved. Into the
fray stepped the prestigious world body dedicated
to global health declaring the newly-revealed
threat non-communicable from human-to-human
and no reason to commit a racist act by closing
international borders to China. Now the global
community reels under a contagion refusing
control, asserting and reasserting itself. All
things considered whether the SARS-CoV-19
novel coronavirus emerged from a highly 
secret experimental biological-threat laboratory
in Wuhan or from a notorious wet market can
be assumed to be irrelevant as the world implodes.



Wednesday, April 15, 2020


Prognosis of Hope

Strange, as a Christmas Eve
gathering place
but there they are,
grey-haired and frail,
elderly couples, hands
twisted in a unity of
care and devotion
awaiting word on
the welfare of their 
beloved pets, aged like
themselves, and in 
compromised health,
undergoing surgery
to prolong their lives
at this emergency
veterinary clinic, an
urgency of hope for survival
to retain the comfort
of restoring that
beloved creature to the
heart and hearth of a home
utterly bereft in grief
and abiding sorrow
without its presence.


Tuesday, April 14, 2020


Desolation's Antidote

Like a lover whose nonchalance over
constancy has been revealed through an
injudicious lapse beyond flirtation; like 
a loving spouse whose forgetfulness over 
the emotional symbolism of recalling 
significant anniversaries, the predictable
consequences causing weeping distress
and histrionics of sweeping accusations
have a remedy to restore confidence that
intimate regard and deep devotion remain
intact through the simple and most direct
expedient of surprise and delight. Hence
declarations of undying love accompanied
by gifts work wonders when they are given
more thought than the original indiscretions.
These scenarios are counterparts in the
natural world where sudden catastrophe
lurks occasionally to be revealed by stark
challenges to humanity's resilience and
ability to adapt to the dire threats mounted
historically by deadly pandemics. Drastic
protective devices are enacted as people
tremble in fear and foreboding. Insensitive
nature calls up her emissaries of goodwill
and panic is mitigated by the arrival of
hope as spring enters a bleak world bent
on survival. Behold, a priceless gift from
nature's impenetrable plague-softened heart.


Monday, April 13, 2020

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Back Then

Those were the days my friend -- we
thought they'd never end -- we thought
they'd last forever, but they failed to.
Those were the days of casual choices
to live with a measure of risk felt to be
more than manageable in exchange for
the opportunity to witness the grandeur
of nature and test your natural instincts
the energy and endurance nature endowed
you with while marvelling at the extent of
her creative inventiveness within bold
landscapes of ineffable design. That, then.
You made choices that were not universally
shared but matched your fixed ideas of
value in life. Now, life's value is challenged
through another force of nature unchained
as a dominating threat absorbing the minds
of a universal population in morbid dread
of pain, isolation and death. The choice
is clearly defined; retreat from all that has
been taken for granted including freedom
of movement and above all any inclination
not to sequester but to gather in perfect
accord with others when to do so is to make 
yourself completely vulnerable to the viral 
menace stalking the world as we know it.



Sunday, April 12, 2020


And In Spring

A pair of scarlet cardinals sit high on the
bare branches of the red maple in the yard
next door to mine, the male trilling his
devotion to spring. This morning's rain
has filled the birdbath in my backyard and
there on its rim sits a blackbird, time and
again dipping itself in the bath, flicking its
feathers, washing away the rigours of its
long journey in reverse migration. All
around looks much the worse for wearing
winter's mantle far too long. The freed
garden soil hosts last fall's dried detritus
a waste space of grim drabness though
there are faint signs here and there of new
growth emerging from patient perennials
anxious to return from winter's purgatory.
In the forest a pileated woodpecker has
dominated an old pine in a frenzy of mining
the beetle larvae within, its clack-clack
and lunatic cry filtering through the forest
canopy. And there in the depths of the ravine
the first of the returning Mallards settles on
the creek spanning the forest depths, full
speed ahead as it steams, another returnee.





Saturday, April 11, 2020

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Consequences

A courtesy call? How sweetly thoughtful!
How am I? Well, thank you. And how
are you? This, the extent of this new-age
conversation. At a distance, a discreet
and obligatory social and physical divide
beyond which no one should venture as
a matter of dire necessity, lest the vicious
virus that threatens humanity finds the
entrance it voraciously seeks to yet another
human interior where it plays havoc with
the immune system, handily overcomes 
the respiratory organs nature thoughtfully
designed to sustain life as much as your
beating heart and blood-flow, initiating
a sinister, rapid descent of morbidity and
yet another life is lost. That nightmare
scenario is lost on no one, and prevention
embraces physical distancing and you cannot
now hug your mother, kiss your grandchild
enjoy meals together, celebrate cardinal
events of great symbolism to hope and
renewal together in the wish that you and
they will somehow manage to survive
this suspenseful ordeal imposed upon an
unready world that misread consequences.