From little things…

Golden rays of sunshine
Glimmer on bouncing curls
Corduroy overalls
Bright red buttons
Boots dancing
On edge of pond
Squeals, little fists
Giggling at ducks and geese
Almost as big as me
I pick her up
Plonk on my knee
Give her gentle squeeze
Soft tummy quivers
With laughter and ease
I lay out my palm
Little fists uncurl within
A nest for soft duckling
She looks up suddenly
Bright blue eyes
Brows raised
Little hands wipe
Tears from my face
Small arms stretch
Around my neck
My inner child
Soothes me today

Longer days

How could one possibly 
Be taught to scorn
Longer days
When sunshine's warm
Rare endemic flora unfolds
Windows of blue sky
Open over able peaks
Shrines in the sky
Faithful wanderers
Climb for the high
While dark corners
Cinema, pub, theatre
Empty except for me
Wonder how it came to be
Nocturnal creature
Tucked away
While restless legs
Search far away
Home is where
Burrow keeps
Drifting heart
Returns to sleep

Waiting on Cromwell

A poignant memory
Portioned away
Inside the brain
Slice of savoured
Black forest cake

Waiting on Cromwell
Opposite gaudy tower
Sandstone and steel
Cross to bear
If you will

Wandering feet
If message came first
Plans cancelled early
Take you towards
Riverside jetty

Words never spoken
Multiplied over years
Compound interest
Wealth of affection
Hovers in the air
St Georges Battery Point, Tasmania

True nature

To the unassuming hills
We may be how we please
For they judge us sparingly
For our actions

To the flowers and tall trees
Only sting comes from the bees
Who sacrifice themselves
To teach our lesson

To the sky and raging sea
We may shout and curse free
But to woman, man and child
Reveal true nature
Sky above Southern Highlands of New South Wales