As we watch,
orange juice spills in slow motion
over the horizon.
Church bells pronounce
another day has vanished
like a sweet morning scent
at the wrist.

As we listen,
from the maroela tree
the woodland kingfisher
announces his expatriation.
Another season worn through
like holy blue jeans
relegated to the dustbin.

As we breathe,
the teetering tot
who brought merry adventures
and endless laughter,
rises to her full height
and spews dragonfire,
making known her sovereignty
in all things.
Another childhood forgotten
like the dust-covered fairytales
on a crayon-coloured bookshelf.

In all things,
we give thanks.
For circles and cycles,
for dreams and possibilities,
and for grace
(yes! most especially for unexpected grace)
as we come around the mountain


November PAD Day 3 (Come play!)

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “As ___________,” replace the blank with a new word phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.