Of envy, I know this -
If I wish to attract the gaze
of the one I love
I do not mill around
in coffee shops.
But if I had leaves,
One would discern me
by my form and shape
Asymmetric and oblique
Fold one in the palm
To breathe in sweet tinge
Of cineole, aromatic
Gently wrap the hand
Around my branch
To discern my years
Notice every wind-whipped
Scar and scorch of blaze
Survived over decades
How can one be jealous
of such natural beauty?
Such earthly passion would
Turn anyone green!
There was once a woman
Loved so dearly
Like big band theory
Exploding in brilliance
Forever in mind
Now an apparition
Reduced to hypothesis
Questioning
Mere fabric of time
Passing in orbit
Once in 80 years
World's apart
Never to unite
Forever floundering
In this dear
Broken heArt
Of mine
seasons unnumbered friskiest kitten whiskers growing on my chin
Trip between contours
Fencelines
Permaculture plots
Tending heritage seeds
Trellised vines
Espalier pears
No mere's lands
As edge of bush
Encroaches on homes
Spending pleasant hours
Sunbathing naked petals
Early Nancy prompt to seed
No time for weeding
Mingle in the mire
No need to compete
Free to retire
Rosny Hill, Tasmania
Time and patience
All is needed
A scarcity of these
Delayed satisfaction
Uncertainty plagues
Ecology means home
Deprived of opportunity
One may never grow
If ever an original thought
Possessed fair and true
Surely it would be one time
I fell in love with you
Sheer freedom to spend
Hastily penned prose
As a lottery win
Tossed to the wind
Not a single note
To be found now
All love expended
Where to now?
A bundle of spring flowers
Tied loosely with a curl
Of twine enveloped
By eucalypt sprigs
Like a peace offering
Lay at my feet
All sorts of smiles
Glances and reminisces
Scents hang around
Should you find
Alone turns lonely
Unexpectedly so
At the eleventh hour
Though not clock watching
Thoughts chime in chorus
The need to know
All is fine
Monumental greatness
Can be obtained
By simply containing
All adoration
Safe within
Much trepidation
To give it away
Knowing it may spoil
Be despised or downtrodden
A monolith of affection
For one
Flourishing
Behind closed eyes
A life adorned
Today I humbly entertained an idea no cavalcade or ceremony required of me Bouquets of Floriade a capital idea but did not lend itself to such as this Flowery words showered upon it simply dampened the stunning silence. A blossoming of two minds entwined in a moment Such dangerous liaisons could spark a whole rumination Lightning flashes - all is calm Such adventures I could take you on if only such an idea Would dance with me till dawn
Count the stars of heaven 