Love like

Soft sand 
The place where
High tide won't reach
Just shy of ebb
Flow two-way
Discourse between
Land and sea
Both outreached
Like lovers arms
Drink each other in
Lying on her shores

Soft sand
Mounds where
Terns lay over
Tender feet walking
On eggshells
Deliberate delicate
New life born
In harsh climes
Resilient

Soft sand
Free from damp and cold
Nestled in reedy banks
Hiding darting beaks
Succulents and more
Barely moving an inch
The sea slowly rises
But never touches
For fear to wash away all

Soft sand
Tender toes march in
Treasured not owned
No houses built to dwell
This place is sacred
Defended and protected
Barefoot tiptoe around
Lost coins, watches
Wallets and keys
Gravitate there with ease
Generous offerings to
The space where
Bronze bodies
Curves held form
Find ease and release
Respite for an hour
Then depart

Love that comes
And leaves
Yet always returns

Warm soft sand
Where I land
In the wintry recess
Of my mind
Until next time
Sifting fingers
Falling through
Return to dunes
Pure and refined
Fine
North Bruny Island, D’entrecasteux Channel, lutruwita / Tasmania

I hung on

Your every word
Tossed about gently
Like lost garments
In the night
On the deck
Of a ship at storm
Trip hazard
But loved once worn
In the daylight
As the anchor
Finds safe habour
Among living creatures
Seeking safety
Searching sea bottom
For friends and tidbits
Till bottomless glass
Tilts no more
I set sail again
Longing horizon
Begs me for more
Elizabeth Pier, nipaluna / Hobart, lutruwita / Tasmania

Bloom

Soon as second summer fades
Gold leaf heralds the change
Climb atop pinnacle feast
Yearning eye spectacle
Brilliant openings abound
Underfoot and far
As the eye wanders
Missed by only a week
Left behind late bloomers
Scarce, rare and welcome
Shot of red against
Hard rock, lucid pools
Dreaming what came before
Never gazed upon
Rigid timing of fair nature
Meant never saw one other
In full bloom and open
Ready to receive a lover
Mountain rocket, Bellendena montana, at kunanyi / Mount Wellington, lutruwita / Tasmania.

Art of imagination

Blank canvas
So tragically
Uninspired

Make a mark
So daringly
Invented

Happen upon
A feather
To conjure up
Full plumage

Light upon
Beached hull
To envisage
Wooden ships

Pluck remnant of
Blue white shard
To dine at
Ancestral table

Treasure cover
Ancient amulet
Embark adventure
Neverending

Seed on breeze
Now sown
Imagine the tree
Full grown

Gaze a smile
Short story
To enter your
Worlds unknown
Junction cabin kunanyi / Mt Wellington, lutruwita / Tasmania

Beside myself

How many ways I'll tell
Lengths and miles I'd go
To prove what you
Already know

I'd win Master chef
Learn to cook
World's best

Find tea of Ceylon
Brew delicious
Breakfast cup

Kick start business
Buy your dream
Beach house

Licence to fly
Drop you in
Western Wilds

Sail boat to ride
Marine exploring
Ocean tide

I'll take you all
These places
On our imagination

But only time
And place I have
Right here and now
Beside
Kettering, lutruwita / Tasmania

Ode to M

Held on tightly
To mournful delightful
Words shedding down
A certain slant of light

Carried me onward
Into my enlightening
Years oft slighted
Hands held tightened

Let go realise
I never knew who
Bold and bright
She was me in spite of

Centuries between
Longing look at frond
A delicate hand
Responds to us not

Forget blue floral
Tongue tied knot
Unraveling over endless
Sails swept away

As long as the storm
Brews on horizon
Grip is tight
Bow turned windward

Fears stilled inward
At first sight
Of love
D’entrecasteux Channel, lutruwita / Tasmania

Introspection

Pay attention
Naval gazing
To the heart
Inward looking

Realising
Affect affords
Little openings
Where thoughts

Seeping in
Under skin
Elevating
Heart making

Every day
Tiny delights
Intermingled
With spice

Grounded
Deeply rooted
Interconnected
Signs of life

When I look within
It's you I find