If I had leaves

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!


Corymbia Maculata Spotted Gum (Myrtaceae) Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens

The Greatest View

The years we've known one another
Almost as long as the years between
It's strange when time doesn't bridge a gap
As we expect with bricks and mortar
We both grow older, the years between 
Become relatively few
And yet, I still look up to you
Looking at your view
From below
Richmond Bridge, Tasmania

The Greatest View – Silverchair

At long last

They say, in the most winsome way
Once a woman achieves a half century
She no longer cares what others say
These thoughts of others barely acknowledged
A fine static disturbing
Her favourite radio channel

A foolish man might call it selfish
To tune in only to what one wants
At expense of all else
When actually, she has simply taken
A leaf from his book.

At long last.

While such empowerment prevents
A woman from becoming entangled
In ill-tempered opinion against
On the other side of the coin
It dawns on me suddenly
That neither does she care
For the many thousand loving thoughts
Drifting upon her shore
By my tide of grief

I am the sea
Were it to show its force
It would swallow mountains whole
Instead it is buried deep
Illuminated by strange
Iridescent sea creatures
Who lie in wait
Silently
kunanyi