When Autumn breaks
First rain on dry bush
Gumleaf-oil-buds unfold
And eucalyptus spirit
Perfumes the settled dust.
The washed leaves
Shine, And I,
The human, passing,
Breathe.
My heart inhales, expands
To sense that elusive,
Ephemeral pherome
As it were true love.
Until the Track is a long room
The whole Bush a home
Of Foliage
Where the wafts
of eucalyptus are sculptures
In my mind
Like my infant first image
[ Being loved in soft light }
- Distilled to transparency...
1989 © Wayne David Knoll
Once loved, if only in infancy, even for a just a moment long enough to be taken in, teh seed of love is planted which can grow into a forest... and if rain is allowed to wash and water... memory of the High Love can be a life purified to wings of light and a sweet savour which can be given back.
Compost of Dreams
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About Me
- Wayne D Knoll
- I am a 4th-to-6th generation Australian of Silesian (Prusso-Polish), Welsh, Schwabian-Württemberg German, yeoman English, Scots, & Cornish stock; all free settlers who emigrated between 1848-1893 as colonial pioneers. I am the 2nd of 7 brothers and a sister raised on the income off 23 acres. I therefore belong to an Australian Peasantry which historians claim doesn't exist. I began to have outbreaks of poetry in 1975 when training for a Diploma of Mission Theology in Melbourne. I've since done a BA in Literature and Professional Writing and Post-graduate Honours in Australian History. My poem chapbook 'Compost of Dreams' was published in 1994. I have built a house of trees and mud-bricks, worked forests, lived as a new-pioneer, fathered-n-raised two sons and a daughter, and am now a proud grandfather. I have worked as truck fresh-food farmer, a freelance foliage-provider, been a member of a travelling Christian Arts troupe, worked as duty officer and conflict resolutionist with homeless alcoholic men, been editor/publisher of a Journal of Literature for Christian Pilgrimage, a frontier researcher, done poetry in performance seminars in schools and public events.
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