A dandelion
Much despised
Hardy flower
For every dig
Sows more seed
Until it spreads
Its reedy feet
All over neighbours'
Fallow field
A tincture tea
To pep the heart
Set flight in spring
A work of art
As little copters
Spin on breeze
To plant ungovernable
Bright young weed
Time wears down
Toughest
Ancient lines
Layers, pillars
Crumble
Force of waves
Cold infiltrates
Slightest grain
Marine fossils
Tonnes tumble
Return to sea
Once again
Truly startling
How heartache can feel
Like a rapid rushing
Over rocks
In time, over distance
A babbling brook
A trickle easing its way
To ocean
Accepted by generous banks
Of rivers
To gaze upon it
Perched aloft
All creatures delight
Tumble, preen and feed
On its shores
So shall I
In the vein of Ovid's Remedia Amoris
Don't let me near a bumblebee
A lizard, owl or slimy leech
No butterflies or hilltop scree
Invertebrates nor anemone
Away with bells of pink or white
Dangling in the dappled light
No trudging through the crunchy snow
Or campstove fires in cabins glow
Pandani, fagus, kangaroo grass
If you want to air the grief
Far away from nature's best
Put this cure-all to the test
Nature lover, wandering free
One never forgets an ecologist!
Only comes out
On coldest days
Wild wind snaps
My face into shape.
Any passing stranger
Notices cool change
Friends embrace
Challengers turn tail.
It holds space
Though never filled
Gravitates to places
Where eyes first locked
Pockets turned inside out
Lint was spilled.
Gaze darts from butterflies
To fleeting smiles
Peering through the aisles
Of best sellers.
Silent goodbyes
Are all that linger now.
Hesitant
Tentative
When the hurt is all you had left
Step into grove of golden flowers
Tread the path that leads
To roaring waves defending sea
Hear the words fall upon soft ground
Mingling with memories of another
Gently lapping morning tide
Safe harbour sunlit, teeming with new life
Steer your own way out
Return to me, steady turn of rudder
Double back if your heart is sore
Come alongside save rocky shore.
Who knows what
Tomorrow will hold
All the while
These hands
Strive to let go
Past is behind
Empty hands
Listening heart
Brave as the deep
Incline is steep
Willingly foreword
The answer in mind
Something more than
Daily chores
Paralysis upon waking
People, places, beings
Something in the way
Of feelings
Daily trifles melt like jelly
Vast continents, time and space
Forces crushing, melting, drifting it all away
Temporary angst
A sense of wonder remains
Shivers
Run the course of river
Tributaries of nervous system
Down my spine at night
Rocky outcrop
Showing black line of ash
Extinction, though not quite
Disappearing of past life
Seagrass
Luminescent pink through to stout browny black
Traces the lines of tide
Beneath soft cake mounds of sand
Deciduous
Shedding of old life
Happens annually above our collective minds
Imagine the life force stagnant
In tributaries of its truncated spine.
Know that we and they flow in seasons
We are not immune in our glass hothouses
Cold buries deep till last sight of snow
First signs of new life
Mere bud or daring flower show.
First time I kissed you
By accident, on cheek
I whispered, "see you soon"
Ablaze, I stepped onto river's edge
- once where we met -
Time and again
To cool my thoughts.
Last time we hugged
It was all you
A friendly pat around broad shoulders
As I stooped down
Like a medal winner
Empty handed
I could not throw my arms around
. It was orchestrated by another
.. my arms were loaded with jackets and books wrapped in cotton
... I knew it would be the last.
Since then, how carefully the silence is conducted through an orchestra of friends.
While I write lyrics to music I can only imagine.
Count the stars of heaven 