This old love

All things an old growth love will do
Give shelter from driving winds
Hail and smothering snow
Hide a sapling in the shade and force it up on show
Insubstantial frame
Prone to bend, bleed and burn
Undiscerning firestorm
One in one hundred flood
Innocent marsupials breeding
Forest elder tends young
The canopy maturing
Channeling the pure sweet rain
Into tendrils for feeding
Look up wonder and observe
Generations time laid bare
Tender skin of wood
Precious to the earth
And all our cares

Lights out

Lights out
Across treelined
Contour lines
Iridescence glow
Whites of eyes
No TV screen
Pins of light come out
Across sky canopy ceiling
Hands slip round sides
Holding gently sigh
Head falls forward
Cradled in nape
My nightly escape
Panorama backlit
By swell of moonrise
Stage is ours alone
Close your eyes
We are home

A better lover

Wind teases hair
Mercilessly
Discards garments
Disheveled
On the ground
Sprawling helpless
Disperses seeds
Far and wide
Like long lost family

Until sun's rays coax
Out of hiding
Bask in her glow
Only know how deeply
Gratitude can grow
After feeling how chill
To miss you

Falling softly

Heart wants what it wants
Wide open mouth
River swallowed by the sea
Jaw falls open gaping
As head inclines
Leafy fingers entwine
Above me holding canopy
Sun winks through
Dappled blinds
Wondering what you'd say
Standing next to me
Whispers imaginary
As the hush of waves
Soothes the craving
Cliffs falling in
Finally retired
To lie on soft bed
Far beneath
Derwent River from Bellerive, lutruwita / Tasmania

Night lights

Salamanca Long Gallery, lutruwita / Tasmania
Shedding her skin
Never knowing when
To see her lover again
Ebony arm band
Holds and keeps her
From unravelling
When catching glimpse
Of one just like her
Close your eyes
Imagine
Light is dim
Colours dancing
Not easy to
Give in
Somewhere else
Someone else
Minds clasp fingers
Across the distance
Constant surrender
Night lights win