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
We can only put One foot in front Of the other That’s all we can do Until we stop Breathless To take in the view
Glacial mountain range Put all on display All her best petals Foliage, seeds and fruit Revealed to me Native orchid colony Applauds our ascent And safe return
Joy and wonder exceeds Pinch in my knees Offspring bound uphill Leaving me as the only Breath that I hear Eyes cloud over Thoughts of one This path does treat In quilt of snow A patchwork of memory From few photos
She keeps me at arms reach This gondwanan sanctuary I can neither see her Up close - the tarns Just one rocky outcrop Too far Maybe in autumn we'll meet She is most popular
Admire liquid pools Of ancient history Sun's spotlight Puts on a show She is made for this Alpine bloodline My blood runs red As the waratahs Swaying on adrenalin Dizzying heights
A bird's nest meets me In my loneliness Overcast sky blinds What parrots were they? Left with my thoughts Never really alone Another mountain I've climbed
As time is short No kid could live In a candy store So sweet revival Of my soul Happens in a week Unmeditated Two minds collide Barely sleep Smile and stories To be shared Tea and toes Limbs entwined In brief space Of our lives Delving into Love from afar Greeting new day Goodbyes harder To say with words
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
Feathery down on tender leaf Bare skin of trunk Velvet grass under feet Grazed by lush grey coat Pressed gently in hand Distinctive scent arose Sensory pleasure all around Evokes a smile of fondness Desire to know once for all Mysteries under its surface
Prostanthera lasianthos, Christmas Bush, Lenah Valley Tasmania
I still wear on forehead In crinkles between eyes Bridge of my nose Nervous upturned smile Sips of tea swallow Traces might escape Sweet taste of mallow Soft between lips Clasped hands holding Onto myself until The unread letter Is revealed