Begin again

Streets of my town
Taken to wits end
Edge of the precipice
Dark history amend

Not long since
A new breeze swept
Through winding lanes
Rows of vines well kept

As if breathed new air
Kept pace petite feet
Leading me down
Swans and starlings greet

Once again sandstone town
Sits longingly by river seat
Stands tall and proud
Once again, my retreat

Richmond, Tasmania

Goulds cure

Of all the finest examples 
Giving light and life
With each seeming to have
Its own personality and mood
The finest outline
Is drawn from that feeling
Of wonderment
The fall of the brush
Speaking more in silence
Than a thousand words spoken
With love
William Buelow Gould, Still life a bunch of flowers, 1838. Artists of Tasmania. Allport Museum and Art Gallery

Mind games

Shuttle forth
To and fro
Left mind right
Behind glazed eyes
Watching all the people
Stop and stare
At me

Why does she smile?
They wonder
She seems lighter
Now the rain
Falls softly
Upon her fields

Toying with the idea
Rings of colour
Present themselves
Everywhere
Just for me

The future moments
Sit pleasantly
Between sips of coffee
And bites of sweet
Waiting once again
For me