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
There's a time not so long ago It still plays in my mind Like the little girl who giggled Hung her monkey arms around Your neck and made you laugh and smile so much Across the crowded venue Now the size of an adult She sits squarely at me and stares Just like my girl does I stared back too Masks up to our eyes What does she want to know? A silent reply Yes, I love her too
Moments like these can be found on the brink of never after They live on as an image that can never be erased Come what may
Artist: Lucienne Rickard, ecology studies. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery
Content with flow Words in verse Like a fire hydrant A spring flood cascade Filling easement Into wild yonder Equal to task The raging fire Quench its thirst Rise quickly New life