Posted in Australia, Life, Loss, Seasons/Nature

Bushfire City


blanket of white haze
the stench of smoke hangs
like a winter fog
sweeping reality through
a sleepy sunburnt city



I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

5 thoughts on “Bushfire City

    1. Thanks. Yeah the whole day has been eerie. I work in the city and from the window it’s all white except for what’s directly beneath us. Hope all is well your end of town 🙂


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