Monday, January 22, 2007


There's a warm rain
and the smell of gum trees -
strong enough to drown even the fumes
from crowded exhausts on the streets.

It's midsummer
but the season has lost direction.
We sit beneath the southern cross
exposed to a basin of new stars
ozone depletion has revealed,

and even though I'm well known
for a love of bright flowers
and butterflies,

sometimes I love the mossy dark better.
Colour seems more intense
against black.


Blogger Chris Never said...

Love the way you weave dark matter through the heart of beautiful imagery.

This is a lovely piece Moonmaid


Im back *grins*

3:13 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

hullooo!! *waves back* thank goodness you're back! As you can see, you're about the only person who can be bothered to read my stuff, lol.

God, I'm so busy today I gotta run but I'll come back tomorrow afternoon.

good to see you Chris!

3:55 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

Lots of people read Moon, they just dont comment a lot of the time I suspect....

Fear not, I shall offer my deeply intelligent responses wether you want them or not *grins*

3:10 PM  

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