No flowers

I'd never say no
To flowers
Affection bouquets
Explosions of colour
On any drab day

However, to the offerings
As a sorry for your
Everything done
Begone and take them with you

I too, have adorned
A loved one with blossoms
In the hope of a smile
In the hope of hope
Though never to cover over
The deep soil of wrongs

Now, no one to bestow
Or receive them from
My lover in nature and I
Such a generous one

I am grief

You've always known me
But never spoke my name
I was there when you
Stole the pear and were scolded for it.

Loss of innocence

Constant companion
Not often a friend
How else would you know
When to take to the road?

Loss of home

Hillsides and backyards
Over the sea
Walking beside
Though never really seen

Loss of companionship

Stone cold depths of
Silent nights seem
Quiet without voices
Emotions run deep

Loss of me

Acceptance is key

I accept that you are embedded within 
Like a river stone, smooth and sturdy
While life rushes over it
In full spring flood.

I know that I feel it
All the time, unconsciously
It worries me sometimes
How deep it sinks in

Yet, did the river ever wonder
How or why its rocky bed
Ended up buried inside?
Preventing precious sand and silt
From gushing downhill? No

It likely started a millenia ago
As ice carved deep into rock cathedral
Just as parts of me split off
Lost for decades, until now.

Snow melt reveals beauty laid deep
Life flourishes all around it
Sometimes it's heavy, but it grounds me
Save precious gems, my reality.

So this is me letting you go.
Lake Esperance, Hartz National Park Tasmania

Eve

Woollens hung on bedside chair
Buckets brimming with outer wear
Sticks and bottles, spikes and flasks
Beanies and even balaclava mask.

Promise of adventure lingers still
On the lee of dreams fulfilled
Anxious thoughts evade like mist
Must protect the glare skin kiss.

Nuts and bars, apple for the car
Cosy comforts carry too far
Tunes to take us on the ride
To alpine wonders, step outside.
Hartz Mountain National Park
Photo by Sara Stevens