Clare L. Rolfe

A day shimmies in, your feathers ruffle with winter air. A full moon hangs behind you, dissected by wires, competing with a cold dawn...

On the train home, there is a beautiful sky on the cusp of spring. Intermittent clouds bruised with fire-licks of the setting sun. The...

Forehead of the Rose - Rene Char Despite the open window in the room of long absence, the odour of the rose is still linked with the...

Constant through the window Half open, with February breeze slick tyres humming the twilight oil soft flesh of summer arms billow crisp...

A facetious tribute to Hallows Eve - as part of the festivities surrounding death in all its glory and a bit of sugar helps alleviate...

As an interlude from Ange and Nekoda, who I believe will be touching down soon, I thought I'd write a few short stories inspired by a...

Solitude of Spring Quiet sun among frosty pebbles Tenderly bursting on the edge of heat Rain clouds gather dust to them Dulling my sight...

A thin call echoes in silence It is sweet in its asking The listener folded in memories of primordial time a quiet wetland after rainfall...

Droughts & Flooding H20 - C L Rolfe In the east snails become tyrants on tin rooves Worms are looking for higher ground Wolf spiders...

Penumbra - partially obstructed light, shadow cast or the edge of an eclipse, an indeterminate area surrounding the known or defined...

There is too much to dedicate to birds without going into specifics for depth and breadth of this group. Beyond the cornucopia of colour ...

As part of the colour series and with ANZAC day just gone I thought red was appropriate Ulterium of Reds ( the hidden layers of red) Into...