Why do we do
What we do?
A myriad of ways
To distract me
From spending
Precious time
I cannot waste
Twenty paths
All leading
Back to you

Why do we do
What we do?
A myriad of ways
To distract me
From spending
Precious time
I cannot waste
Twenty paths
All leading
Back to you

A massage
Smoothing over
All hard places
Flooding in
Joints and sinew
Touching pain
Bringing healing
Warm movement
Entering in
Tentatively
Slow moving statue
Rising up again
Brought to life
Ready for anything

Stay
Not long enough
To admire your
Kaleidescope of colour
Drifting away
On the next breath
Of wind as I exhale
Disappointed
Yet inspired
To have known you
In the first place
Lie in wait in case
She returns to our
First meeting place
Wondering weather
Does lightning strike
In the same place?
Random encounters
Rouse hopefulness
Capture the infinite
Beauty of a moment
Chance encounters
Of your kind

An apple tree
Years taking hold
Establishing
Slower than grass
Don't watch me
All on its own
Four years old
Blossoms increasing
Anxiety held
Storm and frost
Melt gentle petal
Before full grown
Five years since
First taking root
Fruit begins
Ripens in the sun
Hoping no bug
Disease or bird
Steals away
One day when strong
Full fruit display
Reddens in the sun
Twist and pull
The most delicate
Fruit spoken of
Since legends told
As a daily apple girl
It keeps me well
Delight always held
As I polish skin
On my chest and
Sink in
One year or two
There may be no fruit
If pruned too hard
Or left untended
Another year closer
To harvest end
Enjoy while we can

Know one thing
Have everything
But one love

Silvery white and grey
Blanket of down
Above me
Puffs of cloud
Stationary
Not looming
Cocooning
City scurrying
Beneath
Time lapse
Of tears shed
By morning
Endless spiral
Upwards
Of anticipation
Elation and goodbye
Suddenly falling
Into realisation
The sky of mind
Turns gray
Shades of it
Dark yet illuminating
A serene delight
Slow moving picture
Time lapse photography
Of memories
Captured for only
A moment
Every time
You walk away

Time to grow
Time to fade
Feelings like flowers
Let me elucidate
A green landscape
Peppered with potential
An open heart willing
To be known and loved
Scattering of seeds
Planting of breeze
Intentionality
Some buried by bird
Fly by or high wire
No matter the arrival
In style or shy
Perrenial or constant
Populated first
Or exotic arrival
All living thoughts
And buried hopes
Are retained in soil
Of treasured memories
Forever to promote
New growth for next
Generation
Time to grow
Time to fade
Their worth
Never erased

I fell into a dreaming pool
Floundered in the depths
Searched for hidden seams of gold
Along the rocky cleft
Carved our names inside a cave
Where weary travellers rest
Forever know, though far to go
This pinnacle true test

Love as many as you will
As long as rising sun
Guides you
Even the ocean has bounds
Its depths seem endless
Its limits rest on sand
Force of waves dance
Expectantly
Why wait on shore
To dive
Come on in
With me you will always
Have a hand to hold
Through riptide spin
No treasure find
Empty shells
Shine on mantle sill
Most glorious gems
Revealed between
Two smiles facing
Our tides move quickly
Back and forth
Silently
Though swell and surge
Nourishing daily
Its limits sketched
In seagrass on gentle
Slopes of sandy canvas
Moving ever closer
Going forward

All things an old growth love will do
Give shelter from driving winds
Hail and smothering snow
Hide a sapling in the shade and force it up on show
Insubstantial frame
Prone to bend, bleed and burn
Undiscerning firestorm
One in one hundred flood
Innocent marsupials breeding
Forest elder tends young
The canopy maturing
Channeling the pure sweet rain
Into tendrils for feeding
Look up wonder and observe
Generations time laid bare
Tender skin of wood
Precious to the earth
And all our cares