A full moon to guide us
The skipper preparing the boat
The merry revelers on board
Keeping watch for other vessels
Under the Bolte bridge
The city skyline full of light
Then at midnight the fireworks
Now it’s 2018!!!!!
After a couple of days of hot summer weather
And on the bicycle for a ride by the bay
In the cool of the evening
Last sprinkles of rain
My loop of the Williamstown peninsula
I feel like I’m in the twilight period of 2017
The sun setting on a year of wonderful adventures and discoveries
Excited about the coming of 2018
Volvo Round the World Racing Yachts
After the long sail from Cape Town
Powering down wind,
Surfing across the Southern Ocean
Resting now in the calm waters of Docklands, Melbourne.
There are times to focus on peace and happiness
Jesus my have been the son of God or just a good bloke
It all depends on your perspective.
But he did try and spread a message of peace.
We often focus on the differences in humanity
Differences in religion and beliefs
Differences in race and skin colour
Differences in culture.
In nature there are also difference
As the solstice passes
At one end of the world there is endless night
At the other endless day
As it was nudging a sweltering 38 degrees in Melbourne recently.
My friends reported – 5 and snowing in Stoke on Trent.
So this is an opportunity to forget the differences.
Forget the distances between us.
And though at one end of the world it is dark and the other end light.
It is one world.
And though there are many religions and races and cultures
There is one humanity.
I wish you all peace and happiness.
After the storm
The clouds clear
And the sun appears
At sunset clouds are as grey/silver scars
on the pink sky
A sky seemingly sensitive as if beaten by the storm.
The clouds and the colour fade
And the sky again blue
The sun’s it’s clear light
Comes in the morning
Fills the day
In Puerto del Sol, Madrid
The wild break dancer
On his back
Passion for the night
In the Flamenco Cave
The flashing of the legs
The swirling of the skirts
The staccato beating of the feet
Hard on the floor
Driving the beating of the heart
The Dance of Passion
Looking forward to visiting Spain again to indulge the passion
A fellow adventurer
Wenn Engel verreisen, scheint die Sonne
When angels travel the sun shines.
So walking in the sub tropic rain forest
An angel must have been with me
Walking as if in nature’s hand
Trees as old as Gondwanaland
Thick green forest
Sparkling like diamonds in the sun
Walking in nature’s garden
When angels travel the sky is definitely smiling
Springbrook is a place for angels to travel.
the sky full of the milky way
clear in the darkness
The sea black
the phosphorescence sparkling in the wake of my boat
as she cuts her way through the sea
the light autumn breeze providing her power
silence and darkness
The full moon of Easter has passed
in the last hours of darkness she arises
the waning moon
she sucks the sparkle from the sea
turning it into her own week ribbon of light
Our moods are joined as one
this my last night at sea
the waning of my adventure
dawn will bring my home port and another voyage finished
But like the waning moon
its a phase
in a little while a new cycle will begin
as with the heavens life is a series of cycles
some more spectacular than others
but cycles of the rhythm of life.
I conceived this poem sailing back from Hobart to Melbourne a few years past. It was a magnificent night and I was off Cape Shank heading west along the Victorian coast when the waning moon rose in the east behind me. The morning would see me clear The Rip and head for home.