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Winter Ginko: City Botanic Gardens

The sun was blazingly beautiful again today, and my head was still swimming with haiku thanks to yesterday’s ginko. I am excited to post these poems from four of the poets who joined me on the day, and later in the week, I will post poems from the three remaining poets. It’s always a thrill to see so many fine poems written into being…

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masts swing –
hundreds of joggers
up the tempo

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muddy hull takes the river to the sea

mr oCean

Web Bird

[photograph by Andy Smerdon]

sunday shadows
a soldier bird
breaks bread

*

through the fence
a chinese boy tries speaking duck

Andrew Phillips

 Wb Haiku

[photograph by Andy Smerdon]

august wind
tight strings resonate
a winter song

*

blue feathers and orange beak
a subtle enquiry

Andy Smerdon

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[photograph by Andy Smerdon]

light and shade on the duck pond       passing

*

partitioned park seats
for the homeless
no sleep

Trish Reid

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Winter Full Moon Ginko – poems and photos

It was a spectacularly clear night on Friday as ten of us gathered at Valori Espresso Lounge & Gallery for our moon viewing ginko along Scarborough Beach. The moon was right on time (6:30pm), revealing its red glow before rising majestically. Here is a selection of poems and photos from the night.

                                                                still night
                                                                a plover calls
                                                                the rising moon

                                                                Graham Nunn

                                                                               *

                                                                moon viewing
                                                                a mullet bubbles
                                                                to the surface

                                                                Graham Nunn

                                                                                *

                                                                stars fade
                                                                tonight the moon
                                                                commands centre stage

                                                                Maree Dirou

                                                                                 *

                                                                cold night
                                                                an uptight couple
                                                                glare at the moon

                                                                Jenny Wright

                                                                                 *

                                                                fishing boats
                                                                blink on the horizion
                                                                harvest moon

                                                                Jenny Wright

                                                                                 *

                                                                full moon
                                                                who is here to howl at you?
                                                                the traffic roars

                                                                Maree Dirou

                                                                                                                        

                                                                 winter moon
                                                                 draws the tide
                                                                 like a stick figure

                                                                  Kristin Johnson

                                                                                *

                                                                  wind on the water
                                                                  a thousand little footprints
                                                                  melt into night

                                                                  Kristin Johnson

                                                                                *

                                                                  ebb tide silence
                                                                  a passage beacon flashes
                                                                  to a red lantern moon

                                                                  Sue Mair

                                                                                 *

                                                                  together
                                                                  on our different shores
                                                                  moonrise melts the distance

                                                                  Sue Mair

                                                                                 *

                                                                  waves break
                                                                  coldness
                                                                  laps my feet

                                                                  Therese Morgan

                                                                                 *

                                                                  stars fade
                                                                  a hot ember moon
                                                                  brands the ocean

                                                                  John Allen

                                                                                  *

                                                                  cold night
                                                                  the rising moon
                                                                  pours words through my mind

                                                                  John Allen

                                                                  street lamp
                                                                  just the trunk
                                                                  of a pine tree

                                                                  Andrew Phillips

                                                                                *

                                                                  fishermen cast
                                                                  into a winter moon
                                                                  wizzzz

                                                                  Andrew Phillips

                                                                                 *

                                                                  clear path –
                                                                  is it yours
                                                                  winter moon?

                                                                  Erina

                                                                                  *

                                                                  following
                                                                  or leading?
                                                                  winter moon

                                                                  Erina

                                                                                   *

                                                                  moonrise
                                                                  my mouth
                                                                  drops open

                                                                  Cindy Keong

                                                                                   *

                                                                  new moon
                                                                  on the path
                                                                  old lovers move closer

                                                                  Cindy Keong

                                                                                  *

                                                                  full moon
                                                                  shivering
                                                                  in the shallow water

                                                                  Therese Morgan

                                                                                   *

                                                               photographs by Cindy Keong

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