Star signs

My youngest was born
On your birthday
All those years ago
He is kind, wise and generous
Born under the same sign

I'd lost memories like quicksand
Till I saw you, resurrected
Now I have dreams to protect you
From prying lips and eyes

All hours I spent
Watching, wondering
Which words would suffice to say
Now I clumsily write them down
In hope for brighter days

I left the lap of nature
For a piece on heritage street
Left behind a part of me
I am yet to retrieve

I long to nurture another
Tending to their wounds
Catching any words that fall
Just like you did for me

Nature therapy

If the push pull
Of love seems tough
Remember how to keep
Your heart tender

Recall the one lost
Push back her hair
Hold her cheek
Listen to her speak

Let her words seep
Into the cracks
Unkempt skin
Grown thick

Only to peel away
Layers of regret
Reveal a fine form
Of kind understanding

The maker

Flicker. Fade. Ignite.
Line of sight
As grey goshawk peers
Down at maker's fingers
Plying spoils of earth
Like she toys with prey
Watching
Ruminating creative urge
Gives birth to treasure
Of unmeasured worth
Polished pleasure
First ever seen by
Naked eyes
Akin to mother earth
Fragility of life
In this temporal sphere
Only compounds her worth

Hinterland

A stirring from cavernous 
Subterranean layers
Within me release
Seismic activity
Barely touches
The needle

Blossoming upwards
Blissful pockets
Of breath rising
Hinterland well spring

It bursts through
Surface though
No one hears
Air shifts feathers
Goodbye
For now
Lake Dobson, Mt Field National Park, Tasmania

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