Young mother treads by
Soft bundle wrapped on warm chest
Just like long ago
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Young mother treads by
Soft bundle wrapped on warm chest
Just like long ago
A lifering
Squalls capsize
Survive gales
Inflatable ego
Punctured bail
Ocean swallows
Strong arm fails
Love buoys will
Till smooth sail

Upon first glance
Face pale moonlight
Equal to beauty
Illuminated to many
Revolutions of earth
A woman of substance
Fine grain as wood
Seasons surround bloom
Flourishing, blaze endured
Striking contrast
Colours lines artistry
Framing graciously
Most glorious smile

Gentle touch
A mother's words
Soothes my need
Let it be enough

Not a word required
For all my hundred thousand
Your silence speaks more

We are but two clouds
Drifting in same direction
Melting into one
seasons unnumbered friskiest kitten whiskers growing on my chin
A haiku
Art no rhyme
Nor title
Beats numbered
Steps taken
Only closer
To sudden end
Sweet surrounds
Painted in mind
Inhabit dreams
Yet never mine

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
Tending fields of gold
Wild meadows chorus in tune
Swollen harvest moon
