As fires burn out
Sky falls down
Storms abate
Floods recede
Sometimes best
To ride it out
Breaking heart
Time to heal
Sometimes
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Category Archives: Nature
Remember when
You taught me all
Mysteries of miniature
Universe beneath
Endless surprise
Wander to capture
Beauty reflected
In our eyes
Soothe
Gentle touch
A mother's words
Soothes my need
Let it be enough
Drifter
We are but two clouds
Drifting in same direction
Melting into one
Love like
A haiku
Art no rhyme
Nor title
Beats numbered
Steps taken
Only closer
To sudden end
Sweet surrounds
Painted in mind
Inhabit dreams
Yet never mine
Fringe dwellers
Trip between contours
Fencelines
Permaculture plots
Tending heritage seeds
Trellised vines
Espalier pears
No mere's lands
As edge of bush
Encroaches on homes
Spending pleasant hours
Sunbathing naked petals
Early Nancy prompt to seed
No time for weeding
Mingle in the mire
No need to compete
Free to retire
Rosny Hill, Tasmania
Swoon
Tending fields of gold
Wild meadows chorus in tune
Swollen harvest moon
Come to fruition
Time and patience
All is needed
A scarcity of these
Delayed satisfaction
Uncertainty plagues
Ecology means home
Deprived of opportunity
One may never grow
Origins
If ever an original thought
Possessed fair and true
Surely it would be one time
I fell in love with you
Sheer freedom to spend
Hastily penned prose
As a lottery win
Tossed to the wind
Not a single note
To be found now
All love expended
Where to now?
One fine day
A bundle of spring flowers
Tied loosely with a curl
Of twine enveloped
By eucalypt sprigs
Like a peace offering
Lay at my feet
All sorts of smiles
Glances and reminisces
Scents hang around
Should you find
Alone turns lonely
Unexpectedly so
At the eleventh hour
Though not clock watching
Thoughts chime in chorus
The need to know
All is fine
Count the stars of heaven 