Winter is almost over

It's now just the August winds to blow their way through our

 landscape and then Spring is just around the corner.

The first trees to blossom are the Wattles and the peach tree

and no socks in the bed.

My exhibition is very near at Dubbo Western Plains Cultural Centre.
Saturday 24th August  2.00pm opening
The artwork I have created is all about the plight of bees and their
existence, they are struggling with pesticides, mites and exhaustive pollinating
schedules due to mono culture.
It's a very serious problem that if something is
not done very soon, our bees will no
longer be.

Here is a poem I wrote about bees

THE BEDSPREAD OF NATURAL HISTORY

a bees' lament

S U M M E R
My mouth is full of the honest primrose night
With a slowing clock
delicate and accomplished
cross pollinating

A U T U M N
I imagine ticking soft shadows of air
with coarse black wings
While grass persists to remain
awake for an hour

W I N T E R
I did not imagine this slow frost stone
sustaining a secret
Strategic terrain
the crinkled spark
My thoughts are walking round the exhausted table

S P R I N G
Curvature of drunken bees on the landscape floor
Time lays in a short line
my only familiar scent is that of a flowering curtain

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