Summer mosaic

Fingers like spindles
Weaving morning webs
Bejewelled with dew drops
Round heavenly scent

Sight show stopping
Colour shot eye
Strange ancient landscape
Evokes belated sigh

As burdens unleash
Quicken bated breath
Watch slow blooming
Patience to test

Reluctant to shine
Unsure of herself
Summer returning
Along the tarn shelf

Scars of wind whipped
Winters now sealed
Carvings of glacial
Era revealed

Peeping past curtains
Mist fringed birdsong
Cabins sleeping in
Until nights grow long

Longing for rare
Shot of red on horizon
Summer mosaic elated
Coat of bloom surprising
Tasmanian Waratah, Telopea truncata, Mt Field National Park

No returns

A christmas card 
For the previous owner
Every year
No return sender

How to tell her
How long ago she passed?
Her gesture arouses
A reminder

How we'd gladly
Hold her hand
In her final hours
To not be alone

Could not speak
Thank you, dear
Such a gesture
Is true love

Now, how to find it
Among the living
Busy, overwhelmed?
Love at peace

No certain future
Content in silence
No eye on wealth
Love with no returns

The clouds

If only the rain
Knew how deeply
The desert missed
Her touch
Decades drought
Then suddenly
A syncopated beat
Falls into her
She cannot breathe
Gasps, absorbs
Breaks open
New ground
Swallow pureness
Life abounds
New shoots
Emanating
Stretching fingers
Aboveground
Creating homes
For vagrant
Winged wanderers
Taking refuge
All from clouds
Common Brown Heteronympha merope (Fabricus) at Rosny Hill, Tasmania

Predilection

Black cockatoos a more reliable
Predictor of the weather
Heading east escaping vapour
Mountain hidden since dawn break

Abandon all attempts to exercise
Freedom to illustrate
Sparse drawing began
Brink of adolescence, identity elation

I leave the trailing line
Hanging poised quill laden
Ink heavy ready to spill
In favour of waiting

Forever a poem for you
A penned story always binding
Thoughts you can come home to
Though words need never rhyme

Gift of melancholy

Meticulously trawling 
Through archives
Of missed opportunity
Calling old numbers
On worn business cards
Are you still there?

Season of rearing
Likened to summers
Where grey skies
Isolate us from
Bronzed bodied beach
Work play enmeshed

Two trophies stand
Proudly against my chest
Giving out endlessly
To everyone depleted
Scars like war wounds

Though burden borne
Respond to moonlight
Swooning despite
Just a sliver
In the morning

Travelling across time
Space and memory
To wherever you
Happen to be
Field of flowers walking

Permission to unleash
All turbulent thought
Washing over trail
Of many footprints
Behind you

World rebuilding

Show me the ceiling
To break through it
Roof to climb
Endless stars infinity
Town edge dwelling
Among likeminded
City limits absorb
Unsuppressed greening
Ancient named peaks
Conquered cliff seams
Deconstructed reality
Worldbuilding dreams
Every time a memory
Falls from your lips
I capture the castle
Tend to its turrets
Looking out to wilderness
Waiting for inhabitants
Clock stopped in shock
Longing to revive
Moving hand to hand in time
For one
Clock tower GPO Hobart, Tasmania

Rare find

Nightly thoughts invade
Missed chance blooming
Once a year
Beauty and opportunity
Keeping me awake
How long till next opening?
Keeping me grounded
Expectantly waiting
Indefinitely
Crowds gather round me
Knowing
Queen of the night
Stood over me
Displaying her colours
For one glorious moment
From then on I became
More like myself
Each passing day
Image source New York Botanical Gardens Est. 1891.