Tag: weather

Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment: When The Water Flows

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Picture for this moment, you’re standing in a dried up creek,
The ground is either cracked open or thick, silty, bull dust ’tis what lies at your feet…
The surrounding flora and fauna is depleted, dying, wilted and weak,
And if all that wasn’t horrific enough summer brings it’s blistering dry heat…

Yet an element of hope comes in a darkening sky over ones head,
Winds start cooling ‘fore adjusting to bring perspectives of just a dust storm to fret,
One can now see nothing other than the outback’s delightfully bold sand’s red,
Then the sky opens up to deluge so in a blink everything’s soaking wet.

Within moments one notices this storm’s starting to ease from its peak,
It’s severity settling in to just a steady intensity that seems rather sweet,
After the destruction it’s already blown and washed in it’s streak,
’Tis now the style of rain some dream of - with a steady, heavy… beat.

Eventually the seraphic rain dissipates to clear skies of blue,
The creek is now again flowing, though it may be rather debris strewn,
Surrounding nature’s replenished though the much cooler weather plays it’s part in that too,
All enjoying each moment of the waters refreshing, resounding tune.

Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

When the storms roll on in.

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
The Blue sky greys above the tree tops,
Shades off black and daunting,
The pre-rain aroma ‘tis yet to fill the air,
With Gidgee’s wreak ever so revolting.

The box trees leaves soon change their hue,
To a green contrasting boldly the darkness of the sky,
Stillness when paired with warmer humidity,
Join Mother Nature’s warning a storm is nigh.

Creatures of all kinds seek their favourite spots,
With a style near of electrifying grace and haste,
‘Till thunder starts to grumble through the air,
All knowing there’s soon a storm to face.

Though a summer storm brings welcomed rain,
They’re polar contrasts to winter’s style so peaceful,
They possess effects challenging enough to be a pain,
Including chain lightning, flooding and destruction creating situations for all eventful.

For when hail and droplets heavy hide the bushland that surrounds,
One knows there’ll be nothing but mud for days upon the ground,
Yet once it does dry the outback blooms now with replenishment abounds,
Attracting birdlife and creatures moved along from where ‘tis still dry,
Thus filling fresh rinsed air with all their grateful sweet sounds!



Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry, Uncategorized

Dust Field Blooms

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Fields, plains, paddocks vast,
Dust overtaking all ‘till clouds rain’s cast,
Yet at first not near enough to reduce dust blast,
By the slightest of wind’s breeze fast.

Until finally enough rain may fall,
To satisfy the vast quench of all,
Be they the tiniest of insects so small,
Or mightiest of ancient trees strong and tall.

Before one’s eye’s what was once dust,
Into it’s rejuvenation cycle ‘tis thrust,
Where witnesses may finally see greenery unfurl with lust,
That sprouts and blooms from the Earth’s very crust. 

‘Till all appears oasis lush,
Replenished tree’s and blooming bush,
Flowers and grass thriving seemingly in a rush,
Yet without ongoing abundance - all back to dust it shall just crush.