Sun don’t shine
Words don't rhyme
Sleep won't come
Games aren't fun
Talk is cheap
Smoke alarm beeps
Food tastes bad
Ghosts haunt head
Nothing more delicious
Than a book in bed


Sun don’t shine
Words don't rhyme
Sleep won't come
Games aren't fun
Talk is cheap
Smoke alarm beeps
Food tastes bad
Ghosts haunt head
Nothing more delicious
Than a book in bed


There is a noble price to pay
For precious moments
Caught unawares each day.
Smiles invade consternation
On work, or other nonsensical plays.
Crawling through choked traffic
Over bridge, no harbour view
Through iron bar fence.
Number plates and brake lights
A flash of beams behind.
A song on the radio
One you might love.
Suddenly, eyes clear
Beaming as broadly
As white clouds over mountain
In front of me.
For all such moments night and day
I carry the cost of knowing
Thousands of smiles can turn
Unexpectedly
Like sun's rays carried away by clouds
Instantaneously, a shower
Pouring down
On my face

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
