Treasure

Posted on March 30, 2022 by aperture

In the harvest moon
Gathering in treasure
From earth’s bed
Storing up long winter

Sometimes applied
To endearing friends
Just as the chill
Sits heavy on mountain

Ringed peak
Like dormant volcano
Absorbing peach sunrise
As ancient desert rock

Sky tinged with frost
Reminiscent golden
Long summer days
Glinting in eye

Love’s storehouse
Slips through fingers
Like shiny coins
Offered to buy freedoms

In a time of plenty
Store and save
Simple pleasures
For long dark days

A treasure is she
Whose girth rings
Pale in comparison
Wise watching over me

Poised for posterity

Posted on March 28, 2022 by aperture

Single woman cast into
The outback to attend to
Learning of young ones
Bright eyes blinking
Out the windows
To the river leading
To the open sea
Thoughts drifting
Past sand bars
Shore birds nesting
Raising young
Where ancestors raised
A barrel to the sky
For sport or feathered
Game on dinner table
Singular woman
Opens the door
To conserve a future
For the world
Where the lives of
The smallest voiceless
Are preserved

Who can tell?

Posted on March 28, 2022 by aperture

What riches lie in wait
To be discovered
By a twist of fate
Chorus of the ocean
Is heard from surface
Best orchestral works
When I still my breath
Pounding heart a timpani
In time with acoustic
Sonogram of life
Unbounded

*D’entrecasteaux Channel lutruwita /Tasmania*

Cottage kind

Posted on March 25, 2022 by aperture

Kindness never hurt
Anybody
Gently restoring
Original appeal
Is blood, sweat, tears
Only to keep her
For so many years
The one who loved her
So dearly whispers
Please never fall
In love again

Thrill of the chase

Posted on March 25, 2022 by aperture

Endless Summers

Posted on March 20, 2022 by aperture

Multiple intelligence

Tells me she's leading
Highways and byways
Rivulets and streams
By foot or wheels
In sideways sleet
Drifting drizzle
Glistening on hair

All my days I'd travel
Endless concentric circles
Just to rest upon
The place where
We meet next time
Only by fate

For to say these
Endless words to ears
Would mean what
Southern Summer days
Do carelessly
We wake up 
Suddenly to
Poignant
Silent
Goodbyes

More beautiful
For being rare
And unaware
How deeply missed
Long to travel
Over hemisphere
To find her again

Down

Posted on March 17, 2022 by aperture

Teasing a whisper trail
Covering over a lifetime
He said, she said
Cellists make good lovers
As she hugs her legs
Round the portly shape
Smooth timbre of hips
Vibrating sullenly
As boozy fingers
Re-member how to be
When eyes hone in
Expectantly
These beams come down 
Onto me from the sky
A place I can never climb
So I evacuate from
The bottom rung
Sink my toes into
Mounds of moss
Lichen it grows
On me like you
Hidden shape teases
Behind a silk wave
Hiding her face
When I try to take
Her picture

Open door

Posted on March 16, 2022 by aperture

Standing wide open
Facing me
Reflecting back
All I've been 
Where I'm heading
Gazing possibility
Leading me onwards
Not locking me out
Transparency
Warm air wraps
On the breeze
Little visitors
Greet at table
With hands empty
Except for a key
Walking outside
To admire
Everything
Come sit by me
Lie in wait
Staring at stars
Rising on horizon
One day align
With mine

Hey lady

Posted on March 15, 2022 by aperture

I like your spots
The way you hang on
When the going gets rough
Then fly away
When you've had enough
I always feel
You make my day
When you come into
My world

You are one to marvel
But hard to catch

The day I saw you
I met my match