April May

April may come again
Eventually it reminds
My nakedness
Revealing everything
Not a leaf remaining
Exposed but not barren
Shedding old stories
Just waiting
Frost and snow
Feral winds blew
Over rooftops
Firelit cabin
At high altitude
While I curled
Wistful and wondering
When the sun, like I
Came out of hiding
Richea Pandanifolia (Pandani or giant grass tree) at Lake Dobson, Mount Field National Park, lutruwita / Tasmania

Elixir of life

Leading me onward
Bitter sweet elixir
Courses through veins
Truth serum
Tried and tired
Confidants attest
Does it enliven?
Give wakeful purpose?
Determination when
World falls around us?
If the answer is yes
It is not addiction
Though why the need
To justify
A thousand times?
Shakespeare sonnet
This is not
But true love
At best

Mare Nostrum

Lead me out gingerly
Tip toe on silken waves
Embedded with shed
Homes of crustaceans
Talking about homeless
A baby boomer
Teaches me patience
Let the body loose
Long as peripheral
System shuts down
From the chill
Conversation warms
To the gills
We wade, smiling
Two women who flew
South to nest
At twenty eight
Hardly recovered
Making friends
Everywhere we went
Till we swim again
Be well

Terra forma

Give me a solid rock to cling to
I will not stray from
Its foundation
Build a home upon
Its firm terrace
Until then I float
Looking upwards
To the sky
Taking turbulent rapids
With courage
Until I land on river bend
Becoming a platform
For those sinking
To cling to
View from kunanyi

Kingdom creatures

Every speck of colour
Flying past my eyes
Arouses great fascination
Friend or foe?
Local or blow-in?
Show me your colours
I will let thee live
For everyone of you
Everywhere reminds me
Of love for all things
All at once

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