In plain sight

Smooth places made
Turbulent
Delighted smiles turned
Strained
Vulnerability is
Compromised
Intelligence used to
Detonate
Childlike innocence
Smothered
Wisdom sown
Uprooted
Voice of justice
Silenced
Creative forces
Unglued
Elders presence
Ghosted
Protest voices
Dispersed

Shed a tear
For all the years
Silence
Made things worse
Bellerive quay, Tasmania

Christmas miracles

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
Cyathodes glauca, Purple Cheeseberry, kunanyi / Mt Wellington Tasmania

Tis the strangest season

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

Sacramento

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

https://www.detached.com.au/ecology-studies