Poetry Friday -- Birds of a Feather

It's been about a week since coming back from holiday in Perth. We're all finally at the tail end of the colds we caught while away. Thankfully my toddler was asleep when we landed back in Adelaide, as my own head was doing me in because of the congestion!

Despite all of that the change of scenery was good. The winter rain made everything green. I loved the Mediterranean type climate, the Indian Ocean (which I forgot actually does extend to this side of the world) and even the little things like going to the usual supermarket and seeing slightly different things on offer. On the other hand, it didn't always seem far enough away - not with regular access to phones and emails creeping in more than you'd like. Such is the modern dilemma.

Beachy sunsets

This week I was struggling again to get in the mood to write or figure out what to share. Despite the blog being such a casual space, sometimes doubt creeps in and blocks progress. But I was saved by a small hit of inspiration as I looked outside to see a couple of regular visitors to our yard - a pair of Rosellas. Today's little poem is for them.

Rosellas

One bright pair

'neath an olive tree.

Red heads, round bellies

foraging.  

From my window, 

such a sight.

I watch till they,

at last,

take flight. 

- e. mauger

Take a look at the rest of the Poetry Friday round up over at A Year of Reading. 😊 Merry weekend.