Shedding skin
Reluctantly
Knowing it will never
Fit me again
Revealing tender
Glistening within
Looking at a part of me
Not discarded
Treasured outlived
My happy place
My mind returns
When it protected me
From falls from grace
Molt
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Capella
Wholly deserving of love
She wore it like a shawl
Sent shivers on skin
Taking all in
The healing soaked
Right to her core
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
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
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
Treasure
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
Love like
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
Poised for posterity
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
Cottage kind
Kindness never hurt
Anybody
Gently restoring
Original appeal
Is blood, sweat, tears
Only to keep her
For so many years
The one who loved her
So dearly whispers
Please never fall
In love again
Thrill of the chase
Count the stars of heaven 