Inner peace

Bobbing on the verge
Southern Ocean
Paddling along the cusp
Apex breeding grounds
Rise and fall tide surge
Rocks inner core
Evading the inevitable
Return to reality
The sea calls to me
Like a lover every
Sleepy morn
Quiet Corner, Adventure Bay, Bruny Island, Tasmania

Wishes in a bottle

Lift the lid on
Colourful opportunism
Take your pick
I chose you
At first glance
Cranberry dreams
Soaked in liqueur
A dollop of cream
From the same maker
We all are and yet
Shelved by label
Aroma drifts
Scented desire
Lifts my mood
Day and night
Yet never to taste
Admire the flavours
On wrists, nape of neck
Dab on lips
A pity to waste
Something so beautiful
Perched high with only
A window view
Cranberry glass bottles in Richmond Tasmania

Tall stories

What say you?
Shall we dance at noon?
Sit amidst the Silvereye's
Playground of golden limbs
Crumbs picked off tables
Sparring with families
Wrens and yellow-throated
Honeyeaters, whose plumage
Blends beautifully
In the dappled grove
Of Autumn

Telling tall stories
Interspersed with gluttonous
Bursts of jam packed lips
Licked clean with cream
Tales of loves lost and found
A local muse renown
As fallen leaves we pine
For far away spring
Fawning
Taroona Shot Tower, Tasmania

Love that keeps you warm

Desire as the heat emanating 
From the gas stove lit - extinguished
Once realised
One can build a fire - with what?

Outside these walls' shapely diameter
Of forest elders
Glacial remains confound me
Monuments to time gone by

Tears of loss and such colder
Forming peaks and troughs
Boulders of thought crushed
Weight of centuries soft snowfall

To walk together amongst it
Not for faint hearted
Tenacity, grit resilience
Packed duvet downy feathers

Love is love is all
Lake Osborne to Hartz Mountain, Tasmania

Dreamers beware

A vast chasm lies
Beneath the Tasman Sea
Five thousand more
Yards deep

So too, the lover
Defender of truth
Bathe unseasonally
Still waters

While gargantuan
Creatures long to graze
Upon tawny flesh
Deliciously

So well, dream of all
Paradisic lands end
Where lone journey
Supposed meets our need

When really -
Chill of waves barely
Metered by sun's rays
So is love's gaze
Upon bedrock of reason
Derwent River Tasmania

Imaginary friend

What would one say
To knowing
The sweet cavalcade
Dancing in dreamtime
Where rainbow glitter
Unicorns and faeries
Parade then sleep tenderly
Among the daisies
Where folk from far away
Mingle peacefully
Sharing all their wares
Speaking freely
One another's tongue
The place where I
Hold you in my arms
Exaocarpus cupressiformis, Native cherry, Lenah Valley Tasmania