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
A skein of yarn Can simply not run free If tugged or pulled Will surely wrap In tangled knots of weeks Gently lift Like pick up sticks To unwind tenderly All to work it Round about To clothe Bitter westerly
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
Wander vast landscapes In snow, wind and rain Pour out my heart On alluvial plane Marvel and bow within Carved limestone cave Forage and flit about White washed waves
For each day of yearning Turns a new fresh page Placing the point On paper, thoughts race As feelings are aired They are lighter in space Took all of my wandering To know here is my place
Kunanyi / Mt Wellingtonin Spring snow, taken from Bellerive Pier, Hobart Tasmania.
Count the stars of heaven 