Been quiet on the posting front thanks to COVID. Second time around a lot worse than first.
As we turn away from the sun, the rays turn heavy, rich
as a baroque Catholic Church, the forest filigree of gilded beauty
is untouchable. An emissary from heaven, a Black Cockatoo,
alone before Christmas, statue still, clearly sees me. His tail feathers
look yellow. They often appear bleached white in full daylight.
Who can tell the future apart from astronomers (or astrologers?)
Still crook, this session with COVID much worse, up to date
with all the jabs, and the painful politics of climate change.
I stand and stare at our panoramic view of glow and give thanks
despite a fever, despite me starting to lose time quickly.
