My soul reaches out
Like morning rays
Touching dew drop
Falling from new leaf
Turned over
Each morning I wake
See you and wish
To dry fresh tears
With new found smiles
Awakening
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Category Archives: Tasmania
Southern front
Flying in formation
I admire commitment
To one another
Through all weathers
Looking to the heavens
For inspiration
Direction finding
Decision laden
Feather-like mine
Wondering where
You're flying
Shelter within
Together while
Wind and storm rage
Our souls tied
Calms the storm
Inside
Ad infinitum
I choose to give all
Love willingly
Receive
While holding on to
The rest of me, daily
Revive
Love a turning of seasons
To renew not survive
Enliven
Sound of silence
Modern living presents Small portrait-sized Black-mirror windows Into foreign lands Full of pop wisdom Highs like sherbet sticks Rainbows that fade soon as We hit the power button We are not bound up in pixels Love hearts, thumbs up To bow your neck Squint though fingerprints Smile lingers only a moment I give you sunrise and sunsets Wishing stones falling through Lapping waves glistening Paw prints and hellos I give you the awkward moments When I realise I poured my heart out You received it willingly I am silent in thankfulness I hold my breath waiting For you to speak Exhaled step by step Cadence of time together Waiting for one another In the sound of silence
High time
To settle beneath the mire
Of the hightide line
Strewn with seagrass exiled
From its sheltered home
Love drawn between tides
On the shoreline
Melts away with
Wind, rain and storm
Rising sea urges us onwards
Upwards where winged creatures
Hilltop looking for mates
Resting in the glades
Showing true colours
The whole time
Reflecting chance rays
Of sunshine
Fly away
I keep returning to safe place
In my heart of hearts
Where secrets don't need
To be erased
Where I can love who I love
Offer no explanations
Where we're free to walk
Fields of life arm in arm
How can it be
On the sunniest day
Of the year
There's a storm inside?
To my surprise
Five black birds in the sky
Predicted winds of change
In your eyes
O Christmas Tree
Hello my ancient friend
May I place yet another
Hand on your leg?
Will you spill all secrets
In this brief meeting?
How you thrived
Thousands of adoring
Visitors while growing
Silently, unnoticed
Our footsteps heralded
By birdsong
We celebrate the girth
Of your waist
While post-luncheon
Walkers remark on
New year's resolutions
Aimed at winding back
Time and growth
Of their appearance
It must seem
Very primitive thinking
To such a wise one
Of your worth
Rising
You may never know
Until you let go
Whether there's
Something else
To hold on to
Sun kissed
Summer solstice and the air is swimming with insects
Rays scoop down to bathe kangaroo grass heads golden
Swaying on waves of breeze surfing on treetops
To break the back of the working week is to finish at midday on Friday
Roll down to the bay with windows down and radio blaring
The kissed sound of a tinnie opening
Smacked on lips evokes guttural sighs and closed eyes smiles all around me
She was brazen as one of the locals
Sandy haired and sun kissed freckled skin chilled as southern air embraces her
First one in heckling others to obey her invitation
Then she'd disappear under the waves to shed her worries
No one ever looked at her sideways
Liquid light
On the spectrum from belief
To nilpotent
I may be strung along
Like a row of pearls
When lightning strikes
The heart of her
She ignites
Fuels her desire
My sweet exterior melts
Reduced to a puddle
To mirror her exuberance
To the sky
Till she hides under blanket
For the night
Count the stars of heaven 