Category Archives: Love letters

Keeper

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Blossoms burst on piles of rubble
Pushed aside building highways through suburbia
They catch the afternoon sun
A showy illumination of pink hits your eyes as you drive towards bleak horizon.

That's what it's like to meet her
It captivates immediately 
Exclaim The blossoms are out!
Sit in wonder as to whether 
Fruit might be produced
From the meddling of bees upon flower
What kind?

I still wonder
Was it too early, then, to produce anything?
In the life of our young tree
Did the bees delay?
Did the wind invade and blow soft petals away?
Or is the display merely decorative?
Beauty is a keeper.
Four years on, I should surely wonder.
Beehind

Watershed

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More so than
The breaking of bread
It's the gentle tap of rain on tin roof
That turns into a gale
While two souls gently unfurl
Tummies full of soup
Grateful for gables to collect drops 
As hopes, fears and dreams swim in the air.

Steamy plunge of tannins
Soaking in tea cups
Stories waft like mist
On cold winter mornings 
As moody songs fill the silent space between two beings.

Wild wings of wind pick up frothy tips of waves and cast them off in spray.
Wow, we proclaim.
Shed our outer skin to soak in deep ocean.
No words needed.
A watershed moment.

One day

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Shelves brimming with books
A leather covered nook
Lace curtain dances
On morning breeze
I hurriedly go to work

One day these pages
Will open to me
I will read aloud
To my love over tea

A neighbour stops
To look longingly
At the morning moon
Snaps it with a long lens
While my blue screen eyes glow

One day I will wake
By the light of the moon
Lying on soft tufts of dry moss
We will curl and trace the sun in morning ritual

Ginger cat curls in winter coat 
Around blue flowers soaking low lying sun
Lush grass is mown by guinea pigs on a run
New natives thrive in builder's rubble.

One day, on eve of Spring 
I will wade through winter garden's tailings
Gather barrowloads of greens to reveal fresh ground 
We will chirp like birds at herbs that survived all odds.
Plant companions for their year ahead.

One day, I hope it comes.
Lime Bay, Tasman Peninsula Tasmania

Alpine adventures

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May your winter be as long
As you need to take off
Like a snow angel basking
In its glittery softness

May your climb be as steep as
Your knees can appreciate 
To release the adrenalin
High peak's view appease

May alpine flora be abundant 
Endless stands of snow gums
Far as the eye, twisted delight
Interspersed bouquets of colour

May twittering friends be close
Watching over your steps
Light feathered entertainment 
As you stop and catch your breath

May adventures be far enough 
To exhilarate, yet close
So friends can safely join
To share a tea along the way.
View from kunanyi / Mt Wellington, Tasmania.  Photo by Sara Stevens.

Some Other Soul

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Save me not
From this world
Shop of horrors

One who will
Save me yet
From myself

Perpetual 
Broken heartedness 
Self imposed abandon 

Whose presence
Has gravity
Of the kind kind

Holds up a mirror
Says, I like your flaws
They match your expectations

Then we hold hands
Into the wide blue
Sky, sea and yonder

Once it turns
Red, orange, pink
Sit in wonder

Till sleep befalls
Stars unnumbered 
Past light future wish 

Some other soul
Like mine

Any day now

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Hemmed in by chosen
Memories 
Discarded ones collect
Pools of regret
Out in the driveway

Older I get
Smaller the space
I inhabit
More selective 
What constitutes 
A treasure in my mind 

Music, art and books
Unread stories 
To discover soon as
I set foot
Out of the hallways
Of yesterday 
Any day now
Sketch of a Macleay’s Swallowtail c2021.

Gold rush

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Salty fingers sift tentatively 
Crushed homes of crustaceans and invertebrates - bones
Glitter flickers in morning sun tricking me
Finally, a complete curl
Nestles in the cusp 
Of my palm, cold water wrinkles.

So too, are you.
A prize worth waiting for
Admired amidst the mire of days and loves lost.

So too, nestled
In the cracks and lines
Of memories that ignite
The heart's flame
On cold midwinter night