The special two

The special two
Who walk idly
Along the beach
In their imagination

Smiling at passersby
Holding hands
Greeting fellow
Furry four-leg friends

A woman's worth
Measured in beats
Of our hearts
Glad to be alive

She spies her love
Like a sweet secret
A jar of pear drops
Hidden entreat

Seeking waterfalls
Watching them spill
Away to sea
Feelings cascade
Endlessly
Portait by Lily Allport – Artists of Tasmania, Allport Museum and Art Gallery, State Library of Tasmania.

Crimson kiss

Would I be amiss
To ask you
As the rain
Washes through
Opening again
Until the summer
Scorches us
We hide away
Missing crimson
Pea flower
At Christmas
Kennedia prostrata, (Running postman) – Native flowers of Tasmania. Maria Isl.

Strange fruit

Know them 
By their fruit
They say
Pulling faces
Wind will change
When it does
We wonder why
Young lives lost
Hide deny
If every one
Unrealised love
Why then some
Love undone?
Jousting words
Soft as soap
Twist of knife
Antidote?
To love unmeasured
Uncontained
Boundless free
Love makes a way

Love like

A waratah
My favourite
By far
Opening fingers
Delicious red
Planted firmly
Sandy bed
No need
For nurture
Spoil or fuss
No matter how
She tempted us
Hardy yet
Delicate
Glorious
Display
To rival
A rose
In her own
Stunning way

Unspoken pain

Unspoken pain
Furls the brow
Like tectonic plates
Left and right brain
Colliding

Tears and words
Flooding rain
Eroding sharp precipice
Smoothing softening
Cascading

Deep richness
Exposed openly
Filtering through
Luscious soil
Creating

Love like

A blossom tree
Budding growing
Willing knowing
Instinctively
When warmth
Comes upon
The breeze
Still sudden
Frosts sleet
Winds beat
Against tender
Shoots and leaves
Making parade
Confetti admire
For a day
Blown away
Too few fruit
For feathered
Friends greet
Instead reside
In cool shade
Till we meet
And bloom again
At winter's end
Cherry blossom

Love like

A rainforest
Soaking in
Air thick moist
Beauty prickles
The skin
Abundant growth
Above and below
Every nook
Covered over
A place for every
Living thing
For every falling
Another grows
Franklin-Gordon Wild Rivers National Park, lutruwita/ Tasmania