Scribbly Gum

These are the traces

of our immature effort

before breaking free

into a new world

Feeling Like Myself

Balmoral beach, Sydney, Australia

I feel alive

With salt in my hair

Sand between my toes

Sunburn on my cheeks

I am free

When did I write about love last?

Open field of lavenders
decorated with purple dreams
filled with smoky scent
from the sprigs
broken between our skin
Perhaps
that’s enough
to make the moon
pregnant

Shells

I long to be
these little shells
laze around
on a bed of moss
wearing the marks
of the ocean
bath in the healing sun

Mellow Sky

Corrimal beach, Sydney, Australia

We became
the mellow sky
In harmony with
the time polished rocks
And finely sieved sand

Happy Days

I looked through the train window
Lines of yellow trees shimmering
in the golden sun rays
That took me to the sunflower field in January
when I wore smiles like daffodils

Pebbles

Chilly autumn day
on a wet shore
The hard-edged pebbles
underneath my unprepared feet
cripple my steps

Leaning against a rock
I watch you snorkeling
flappers up
diving deep
towards the colourful marine world
where you find joy
and peace

A Kookaburra And Me

Your garden
I trespass
You size me up
I hold still
No eye contact
Let it be peace
between us
I only
stopping by

A View of The World

I saw the world
from Wendy’s Secret Garden
framed by an ancient fig tree
like a distant memory
of a holiday destination
we once visted

* Wendy’s Secret Garden info: https://www.wendyssecretgarden.org.au/wendys-story/

Nature Declares

Oil painting attempt “heart”

My heart is an island
Your eyes are the ocean
Your shoulder is the land
Our love shimmers
from the view of an airplane