Stone Soup

Today I recall the years when, as destitute students, we occasionally gathered together from all over the inner city to share a meal. The host would fill a large pot with water, drop a large stone into it, and place it on a hot stove. Each guest would then bring their offering obtained from food cooperatives and communal gardens to add to the pot. Offerings of onions (both red and brown), carrots, celery, potatoes, leeks, pumpkin, parsnip, spinach, capsicum and so on joined seasonings and herb garnishes to gather the many into one.

When it was ready we would break bread and consume the feast.

dewfall —
the ripples en route
from a single word

 

may day —
a distress of leaves
labours on
prayer flags
the wind takes up
while words falter
red leaves
now just the dark wine
of peace
offered up
quiet as a comet
her breath cloud
windless!
a child racing
the moon
the moon tonight —
light's  reiteration
of the incomplete
spring rain
sound plip plopping
from the eaves
between stars
loneliness takes on
darker tones
tone poem —
autumn rattles
into a mosaic