Height of Haiku Challenge ~ Magic

Morning light on a window frames Nature's world

Height of Haiku Challenge
Haiku Heights #68 ~ Magic
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Weekend Reflections #103

Tree limbs and sky clouds
Colours beyond bricks of earth
Reflection magic


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M is for Magic Moment + Magic Memory

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Old man walking Dromana beach, Mornington Peninsula.
He created a magic moment.
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ABC Wednesday Round 3 prompt ~
M is for Magic Moment + Magic Memory
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On the weekend
I saw a slightly stooped
Old man
Walking the coastal pathway of
Dromana beach
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I noticed he carefully held
Close to him
Something
(Perhaps precious)
Under his right arm
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As he drew closer
I saw what looked like
A picture frame
And caught the briefest glimpse of
A black and white image
Within the frame
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I felt
Deliberately
The image was turned
Outwards
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He smiled a good morning
And continued on down to the beach
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As he walked away
I turned to photograph him
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For some reason
I stopped just to look out across the water
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It seemed I was there longer than I thought
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Suddenly
The old man walked up the steps
From the beach
Right before me
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I mumbled something about a lovely Spring day ~
He smiled
And said
"I always bring her with me"
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It was then
He showed me
Her photograph
His wife
Beautifully dressed
For dancing
And glowing with a radiant smile
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They had been married 50 years
Danced
Played tennis
Walked the beach
Always
Together
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When she left this world
He found peace in her photograph
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She always walked with him
And he turned her image
So she could see
What he could see
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His magic became
My magic moment
My magic memory
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Magic Memory
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A Little Magic!

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Sweet Repose scents of magic
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Today, a little Sweet Repose magic found its way to my Mornington Peninsula.
Even though it had travelled all the way from Iowa
It arrived well composed
Waiting for some shaking delight
To venture through
Sweet little boxes
Bubble wrap
And a few vagrant pieces of foam.
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Mini winking treasures
In a cave of shadows
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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When each wonder was finally revealed
The moment needed a lens
To hold the magic
Together
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An old baker's basket
Some verandah textures
And the frenzy of scents and colours
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Tantalising
Smiling
Tableau
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Balm for the spirit
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Some Sweet Repose magic!
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This has been an amazing day, when Sharon of Sweet Repose's wonderful gift arrived.
Humbly I thank her and know I must hurry up and finish making her gift!!!
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Check out her blog of beautiful posts brushed with poetic humour and a little softness for the yearning soul.
Her latest post I rest in your arms will move you!
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Magic - for Writer's Island

A few weeks go, I decided to wander down a rough, dusty track near my home. Many times I had driven past this small detour known as Eaton's Cutting and promised myself, one day, I would go down there to have a look. Where did it lead?

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My curiosity was heightened when I chanced upon a book about the early days of Mornington Peninsula, in Victoria. Apparently, this track used to be the "old" way down from Arthur's Seat (the only mountain on the Mornington Peninsula) to the seaside village of Dromana on Port Phillip Bay immediately below.

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Curiosity was heightened but never activated. Two years passed before I decided to have a look. If truth be known, I was on school holidays, utterly broke, with not enough money to gorge on petrol for "useless" ambles. Distance was limited by the strength/weakness of my bank account. (Another example of how money has power and money talks!)

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And so, on a warm afternoon, a trip to Eaton's Cutting was on the "poor man's entertainment agenda".

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The first stage of the track was a sharp climb past tightly overhanging eucalypts. But once the crest of this "hill" was reached, an amazing world opened.

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The first surprise was the track levelled out, with overgrown driveways leading to homes scattered on surrounding hillsides. The homes numbered about 4. Many had olde worlde vegie gardens which opened out into tiny vineyards, tumbling down the mountain.

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But the track continued to what seemed to be a little everglade, a clearing, surrounded by a wired fence and a tired old, locked gate with a sign stating this was a fire trail; only authorised vehicles could enter, but walkers could travel through with caution. As it was the peak of the fire season in Australia, caution won the day and we chose to stay in the clearing.

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Slowly we walked around it, feeling the hum of a late summer afternoon in bushland. And then the magic began!

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We found:

~an old rusty wheel from some cart locked in tufts of grass

~ a large house, on stilts, whispered through the trees. It was made of glass and stone. No curtains graced the windows. You could see brightly coloured bunk beds roughly made. Bare wooden floors. And not a soul there. Yet a rather crumpled sign along the fence declared this was a research centre and no admittance was allowed. Curiouser and curiouser.

~ and birds! Countless birds wheeled above us! Some seemed to dive close to our heads. Bright reds and blues and greens of rosellas flashed all round us. Snowy white cockatoos circled and circled - the official "squawk squad"! So many birds! We had the feeling not too many of the human variety travelled this way! A kind of lost silk road?

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It seemed time, old times and old lives, were locked in the secrets of the trees and the small patches of sky overhead. We could feel the life of yesterdays murmuring invisible around us. It was like we were closely connecting with the very pulses, the heartbeat of earth! Here was a sanctuary ~ to muse on where have we been and where are we going! A lovely way to give today a purpose, in the light of yesterday!

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Strangely, even as I tell this story, I can still feel the magic of that priceless moment! And more strangely still, I never did see that panoramic sea view I expected from such a height! I guess the closeness of trees, earth and quiet living was far more important!