The salty sea understands Vast unbounded loneliness Despite surrounded by Bountiful land Fringed with company Immersed in memories Exuding calmest thought Her placid shores Lap at my feet Spurring me on
Thankful for lights in trees Just as limbs lose their leaves Just as workers escape Through the darkness Wondering, if not for trees Would we ever be enlightened?
What say you? Shall we dance at noon? Sit amidst the Silvereye's Playground of golden limbs Crumbs picked off tables Sparring with families Wrens and yellow-throated Honeyeaters, whose plumage Blends beautifully In the dappled grove Of Autumn
Telling tall stories Interspersed with gluttonous Bursts of jam packed lips Licked clean with cream Tales of loves lost and found A local muse renown As fallen leaves we pine For far away spring Fawning
Count the stars of heaven 