Tag: Nature

Posted in Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Pondering the Facets of the Universe

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 

Envision a moment ~ a leaf… seemingly dangling with the same purpose as every other…
Yet no two are ever exactly identical ~ no two in exactly the same spot,
Each has a differing view ~ thus despite similarities all have vastly different lives…

Now picture yourself as this leaf you’ve chosen upon in your mind,
’Tis it one warming in the full sun or perhaps the shade’s what you’ve timed…
Be it on a lower/mid/higher branch ~ the type of plant really doesn’t much matter,
For now look out from your spot through all the other leaves you can see…
Notice how different though similar all the leaves around you happen to be.

For to those looking from afar they may all seem to appear exactly the same, 
 Yet with a closer view one may notice an abundance of variants less tame…
As whilst some bring a cooling element others provide a place for eggs to call home,
They can protect a bud yet to bloom too soon or carry insects on the wind to roam…

Thus much like us each leaf though so similar ’tis quintessentially unique,
Each creating its own seraphic element to a facet for our universe to be complete,
Cycling through and constantly adjusting/evolving ‘till the moment ’tis bittersweet,
Then taking another element onwards for nothing can last too long within its respective feat.
Adjourn for more mindfully poetic moments
Posted in Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment in the depths of a seeds cycle

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Picture yourself for this moment a seed ~ warm within the earths soil,
Knowing of nothing else with potential for near anything it can toil,
It slowly starts to sprout growing just a little every day,
Innocently ascending it’s unfurling into the unknown worlds foray…

With elements of pure nearth force pounding through every element of sap,
This tiny little being expanding forth into where ever it can follow sunlight through a gap,
For upon this venture into life and that it may find through it’s place in that lying beyond,
This little one continues through its phase as sproutling, through roots and frond.

Eventually it reaches a point when it basks with ease in the gentle mornings sun,
Focusing on the cooler elements it’s roots enjoy when the midday heat’s no fun…
Replenishing in refreshing nighttime dew drops ’tis its evening reprieve,
‘Till wintertime brings a full retreat within to all whom don’t take their leave.

As sap carries nurture for it throughout every element of its entire life,
Each root tip onwards within seed upwards in stem, branch, twig ,leaf sans strife,
 Slowly seraphically soaking all it needs from cooling water to variants of foods, 
Long after it grows and flowers seeds pass and it turns towards times broods.

‘Till comes the sobering moment it wilts to the end of its vibrant lifetime,
Bowing to cycles closing number drying leaves floating upon winds chime,
Eventually dissolving to dust molecules supporting others to grow,
Adjourning to its next position in natures multifaceted cycles flow.
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Poetic Moment Amongst Wonders of the Australian Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When one ventures into the Australian Outback,
Red sand often lies beneath one’s feet with clear blue skies overhead,
Whilst the plant life tends to bring it’s blue grey backdrop,
Unless it’s autumn or spring and the wild flowers bloom painting a floral rainbow instead…

Thus in midsummer when the gum’s finished blooming - ’tis too hot anytime but dusk and dawn,
To venture outside to enjoy the bushland without iced drinks and unavoidable sunburn…   
So in the momentary magical moment when ’tis daylight yet mildly cool,
One can venture into the Aussie bushland on clear tracks safely from the heat in turn.

For enjoying the cockatoos squawking from the tree they call home for the night,
Though nearly excruciatingly loud if theres more birds than tree ’tis certainly an unforgettable sight,
The breeze wisps through the tree leaves blowing the cares from your aura and mind,
And while ever the snakes and goannas steer clear of your path your far from in a bind.

Though one can often not smell much more than dust… unless rain’s nearby and gidgee wreaks,
Which would blast this moment far from the lackadaisical seraphic without a few imminent tweaks,
Thus otherwise onwards one ventures with a splashing of wonder, caution, and care,
Enjoying the bushland’s magic surrounding you with all it’s fascinating flair.

For to have a flock of wrens flit about their way through the bushes beside is a magical moment,
And to notice the array of plant variations in just one area can be near mind boggling,
As when one happens across a gidgee grove it can feel like a lost twisting ’n’ turning forest,
A field loaded with saltbush varieties ~ a dried swap of gumtrees ~ the diversities constantly toggling.

 Thus when ever one finds an appropriate moment to venture into the bushland of the Australian Outback,
Close your eyes, take a long slow breath, open your mind and go forth boldly,
As whether it be in the form of via a movie, meditation, or for those of us luckily enough to go in reality,
The magic and enchantment one can experience shall never be an element to pass one by coldly.
Adjourn To Venture further through bushland moments in your mind

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

A Poetic Moment Appreciating an Outback Moon

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When ’tis summertime in the Australian Outback,
Water becomes life ~ be it water sports, drinks, or sprinklers…
Bush fires burn away debris, storms wreak havoc washing so much away,
And venturing outside in the over 40 degree midday is generally dodged by shade seekers…

Thus while the sun prefers set way after 8pm and children rebel going to bed,
One cannot help but enjoy the soft replenishing cool of the midnight moon,
Whilst she boldly illuminates the vast, clear, star strewn Outback skies,
Allowing all to work their nights away in the cooler weather as it looms.

For even on the darker nights when she shan’t shine as brightly,
The glow of the moon or lack of still brings her element though more lightly,
 Allowing all to take reprieve from the long days epically sweltering heat,
In turn in places bringing a welcomed chill that one gratefully finds sweet.

For ’tis when the plants come back to life after wilting in the sun all day,
The time when the animals enjoy coming out to eat and play,
As surviving the Australian Outback’s summer day’s an endurance task in the least,
Even for those designed to withstand the elements be they bird, plant or beast… 

Thus why in the summer the moon’s intensity shines so boldly a reprieve,
Allowing all to replenish their body’s and souls ‘fore in the morn she takes her leave,
As when the dawn chorus refreshed from a cooler night take their stage to gently sing,
The sun shall rise to announce again ’tis yet another long hot day now commencing.
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Off Upon a Bushwalk!

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Boots on ‘n’ out the door,
For ‘tis winter outback once more!
The safest season to head into the Aussie bush,
To go camping, play and explore!

Post planning, supplies packed, checkin’s organised,
Venturing through the bushland can be an adventure to open eyes,
For autumn rains and cooler weather trigger winter’s abundance,
Though sans knowledge or local guidance the bush can be a fool’s demise…

Yet when one’s off upon a bushwalk on a clear, cool afternoon,
One can revel in wonders to be found all around,
From wildlife equally enjoying the crisp winter air,
To the rainbow of parrots, wrens and finches singing sweetly their own sound.

There’s fuzzy rain created moss covering’s beneath many a tree,
Tall seed headed grasses wave upon the gentle breeze,
Many are gum loaded with buds soon to flower,
The energy of the bushland’s generally one to empower;

Then comes the element of discovering that which came before,
With Animal tracks, that long forgotten now overgrown and near ancient trees galore,
Thus exploring in the amazing Australian bushland is far from ever a bore,
For one can never know exactly what each bushwalk has in store!

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Dawn upon the Outback day.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
As the sun’s light seeps into the outback,
The bushland’s as still as can be,
For the nocturnal creatures have gone to bed,
And the daytime array are just now waking to see…

Thus there’s a stillness in the dawn time,
Where only those from dusk chirp and whir,
For even the earliest bird’s still in their nest,
Though Morning activities are starting to stir…

As a ray of sunshine finally finds its way,
As does the first birds sweet chirpy song,
Animals awaken with the warming light,
With this day anew yet to have a wrong.

Soon starts the chorus of magpie’s warble,
Unmistakable amongst the melodious array of a birdlife orchestra,
Whilst emu’s bass is only heard by those nearby,
And cockatoo’s shriek ‘tis much like a rookie fiddlers beta.

Before too long the dawn blends into morning, 
The birdlife settles into their day’s mundane,
The dew drops dried and reptiles warmed,
The sunkissed outback life ‘tis one uniquely within its own seraphic lane.
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Autumnal Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
After a blistering outback summer near unbearable,
The likes of Gidgee take their turn to bloom,
Whilst animals and people all around enjoy the reprive,
And campfires are planned beneath the April moon.

For soon shall be the time for camping trips,
Bush Adventures and the like galore,
As the Australian Outback comes back to life,
When most of the reptiles take their turn to snore!

Gardeners and farmers sow the winters seeds,
And pray their efforts bring forth that intended rather than abundant weeds,
Native mammals take their turn to be more active,
Whilst the colours of an autumnal outback have their moment to believe.

Thus from Gumtrees cooler shades of grey blue,
To Gidgee’s bumble bee blossoms blooming on cue,
Contrasting the dirt to seem a shade redder in hue,
Though seraphically beautiful ‘tis parallel to springtimes slew.

The more gentle rains bring green grasses back,
Bird life’s change from summer predators to winter finches seems near a hack,
As new surprises have a tendency to never lack,
For ‘tis that fun part of the year commencing when Australia cools its way into an Autumnal Outback!

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

When the Kingfisher’s come to call.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
As the butterfly’s flutter amongst the flowers,
Upon a cool late summer morn,
A Kingfisher or three come to visit our garden,
Bringing many to their window to fawn.

For these quiet pocket sized hunters,
Are quite a sight to behold,
For though they could hide in a coffee cup,
They perch in clear sight bright and bold.

With sapphire plumage highlighted with yellow,
A white collar and breast to match,
A clear shot of one with a good camera,
‘Tis something of a rather rare catch.

For they tend to be always diligent,
Ready to be come and gone in a moment,
Not wary but mindful of the cat,
For they don’t find him a worthy opponent.

Though ‘tis their spear like beak and speed,
That they deem to be their prized assets great,
Despite their unmissable characteristics,
They rarely slip to fate. 

For when the Kingfisher’s come to call,
‘Tis a delight to one and all,
Unless you happen to be their prey,
They tend to leave one in a happier day.

Posted in Bush poetry, Info Poem, Nature, Poetry

Living in the Aussie Outback…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Red sand, 4 wheel drives, goanna’s on the run,
Life in the Australian bush is known for being fun!
Big Red Kangaroos, and emus running by,
While a mighty wedge tail eagle soars up in the clear blue sky!

Whilst for the most life in the bush is sweet to say the least,
Unless it happens to be midsummer… post rain… and the mozzies start to feast.
Thus there’s a very valid reason the tourists tend to come round June,
Summer can be down right dangerous despite natures sweet tune.

For when the rain deluges in horizontal, blowing everything askew,
And goanna’s decide to accompany you when you happen to use the loo,
Whilst venomous snakes move into the garden as if invited right on cue,
And you can’t venture through a doorway without checking for;
 An abundance of creatures that could be lurking to fall on you…
Not to mention the array of spiders which after all that don’t seem so bad,
And the flies that when mixed with heat and dust are near enough to send one mad.

Though if perchance you can handle enduring all of that,
The great Australian outback can be a blast (just don’t forget a solid hat).
With many an adventure awaiting all whom dare,
And for those of us that live out here that’s everyday with flare,
For the vast Aussie bushland is abundant with ever changing beauty and grace,
One just need remember to stay diligently mindful or she’ll fast put you in your place.