A tidal wave
We all want to
Be bombarded
With love
Post-service
As desert rose
Where the dirt
Lapped up
Falling droplets
Thirst a daily
Familial ritual
Now I turn and see
The high tide mark
Since last week
And beg to breathe
Bloom and grow
Among kindness
Where gentle waters
Steep near
Woolly Tea Trees
By the creek
Quietly
Tucked away out of sight
Its secrets lay open
We stroll leisurely
Hopping over tendrils
Peeling back vines
Reminiscent year past
Time allows us
To laugh over
Misspoke words
Jealous greenery
We pause as sunbeams
Illuminate dainty
Cheeks of ripe peach
Silence grows
Like fruiting trees
The seed of many
More meetings
Served with humble pie
And cream
A future like this
Is dear to me
The little things
I learned from love
You can never
Have enough
Though fast or starve
Run far from it
It always
Catches up
All the words I have
And surely treasure yours
As writers, sisters
Daughters, friends
I could not ask
For more
You were all things to me
Breathing air seeing none
You meant the whole world
Revolving the sun
Reliving lost dreams
That fled once awake
Exploring new ground
No claiming a stake
Imagining lives
We never would live
Biding our time
For someone to give
Wholly deserving of love
She wore it like a shawl
Sent shivers on skin
Taking all in
The healing soaked
Right to her core
In the harvest moon
Gathering in treasure
From earth’s bed
Storing up long winter
Sometimes applied
To endearing friends
Just as the chill
Sits heavy on mountain
Ringed peak
Like dormant volcano
Absorbing peach sunrise
As ancient desert rock
Sky tinged with frost
Reminiscent golden
Long summer days
Glinting in eye
Love’s storehouse
Slips through fingers
Like shiny coins
Offered to buy freedoms
In a time of plenty
Store and save
Simple pleasures
For long dark days
A treasure is she
Whose girth rings
Pale in comparison
Wise watching over me
An aviary
A warm unassuming place
Resting among
Like feathered friends
An open door
To the sky
Admired for a whole array
Of vibrant colours
Soft embrace
Hiding under
Ruffled feathers
Smoothed by momentary
Saving grace
Housekeeping covers over
Communal mess forgave
Late night banter
Turns hiding eyes
Into morning wonder
Respite from furred
Predators
Early warnings
Chorus of song
Greets early risers
Refrain unending
Oft recited
Many lifetimes
Lived long
Single woman cast into
The outback to attend to
Learning of young ones
Bright eyes blinking
Out the windows
To the river leading
To the open sea
Thoughts drifting
Past sand bars
Shore birds nesting
Raising young
Where ancestors raised
A barrel to the sky
For sport or feathered
Game on dinner table
Singular woman
Opens the door
To conserve a future
For the world
Where the lives of
The smallest voiceless
Are preserved
Telling you everything
Like blowing in the wind
A sprouting dandelion
Knowing it will never
Return to me, then
Turning around
Seeing them
Growing all around me
Tales told and loves
Unfolding from
Somewhere else
Unknown
Count the stars of heaven 