Francis Guiran
Today is bright and still with
winter sunshine
that lights up the wings
of tiny insects flying around me.
Occasionally the sound of
happy voices in the neighbourhood
and the wild song of
kookaburra chorus
breaks through the profound
silence of the forest.
Under the apple tree rests a young kangaroo and her joey,
her bright look is peaceful
when she sees me.
Nearby my cat preens his
silken coat in a nest of leaves
in the sun.
And in the leaves of trees,
for an instant,
I catch a glimpse
of the sacred face of love.
Francis Guiran is a member of the Daylesford U3A Writers’ Group.
