A sign language Understood completely without a single word To know what one feels A living eulogy To be oneself Without apology To be cheered on By your own team Receive outstretched arm When you fall A desire to be known Weathered scars and all.
Richea Pandanifolia – Mt Field National Park Tasmania
Backyard incinerators Filled with reams Of poetry Never saw daylight Nor reached the ears Of those intended A phenomena Known only as fears Crippling heights Of vulnerability Stifle our breath Until conquered Poetry and pinnacles Require brave spirit
View from organ pipes track, kunanyi / Mt Wellington Tasmania
Each year I gift myself A new year calendar Full of native flora From my chosen homeland To tempt myself To go out and explore To fill each day An unwritten space With wonder
A plastic Christmas tree Or ailing pine struck From side of road Does nothing for me Summer draws you out to Parade through tracks Winding into hidden Vales to find Berries and blossoms Winged creatures calling You into the forest A place of miracles Magical moments
Creating new traditions Out of thin air For clues I peruse A loved one's mother's Poetry book Counting down the days Till Santa's sleigh In haiku Tickled pink my toes Wriggle in bed Family stories never told I buy the books instead
Family of fungi at Russell Falls, Mt Field National Park, Tasmania
Count the stars of heaven 