Nature’s ready to date New Year.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
The North Wind whispered to the Great Southern Plain, “Let’s breathe until we are no more.”
“Sure, sweetie.” The Great Southern Plain opened wide and breathed the North Wind in… deep and slow.
With the roar of many voices the Falls of the East disgorged over the omphalos of the Great Southern Plain. And the Western Chines straightened its stone shoulders, bristling, thrusting its spiky, serrated nipples at them.
“It’s okay, sugar,” sighed the Great Southern Plain invitingly. “You can breathe with us.”
So they hugged together and they breathed together until they were no more.
And then Morning came.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
I remember galoshes
Knee high
A sign of fun
As we raced
On our short legs
To find the puddles
Rainstorms
Turned our worlds
Into new and messy delights
Leaping
Like so many cannonballs
To bring our feet
Full force
Into waiting puddles
Years beyond
And climates away
Galoshes are just an unfamiliar word
Garden shoes and flip flops
Rule the day
Until the downpours hit
And children stare
At filling puddles
At a loss
For what to do
They step – gingerly, carefully –
Into waiting water
Torn between shock
And fun
The ghosts
Of all of those rain slickers
And rubber boots
Echoing laughter
Down memory’s paths
by CAROLINE A. SLEE
© All rights reserved 2020
Seed baptised in river’s burgeoning flow.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019