These haiku were written in the days weeks and months following the fires that devastated much of eastern Australia.
They are my personal response to the loss and the ensuing grief. A loss and grief that still exist a year later, a loss and grief l am not alone in experiencing.
Indeed these feelings seem to have permeated the psyche of those of us, not only living in the bush, but those of us that value the rivers, the birds, trees…
It’s not the loss of material, it’s the loss of something so much bigger.
It’s the tearing, and fraying of the connection to the land, to place.
It’s the changed ecosystem.
The green of the epicormia, what does it signal?
Recovery? Defined as a return to a normal state. I think not.
Resident of Goongerah, The North Riding, Far East Gippsland
Smoke thick clouded dreams
More awake than the stark day
Once the fire had burnt
Tears can fall daily
Like burnt leaves blown to the ground
With sepia breeze
Trying to be cool
When I know I’m burning up
Consumed by moving fire
When the fire burns through
Exposing all left behind
Weak strong in between
M my Carona
Virus came through the fire wall
Spiral stop go what?
The flow surrounds me
Touch the water caress me
Viscous fluid clear
The river is slow
Meandering along fast
Always moving down
Horse breathes into me
Freedom spirit life magik
January 13, 2021 at 7:44 pm
Living in the bush here…
You are far too optimistic, we have already tipped over several tipping-points, without even realising it. Hunker down, keep all your valued plants and animals close and nurtured, this will not be good.
January 14, 2021 at 8:32 am
I kinda like that you think I’m optimistic.
Writing the intro piece, I worried that I was being too negative!
Ha, I guess perspective is all about where you are standing