You may never see
A poem lovely as my tree
It’s shape
It’s shade
It’s beauty
For me alone.
No picture captured by my phone.
For only In my memory
Can this vision be preserved.

You may never see
A poem lovely as my tree
It’s shape
It’s shade
It’s beauty
For me alone.
No picture captured by my phone.
For only In my memory
Can this vision be preserved.
patiently trees wait
to praise each glor’ous sunrise
poems on paper
………………….
a double Etheree.
riparian life
casuarina’s fragile hold
the stork and the styx
Many streams and rivers in Australia only flow during the wet season – in between seasons the casuarina seeds washed down in the last flood take root and grow. The lucky ones survive next years flood. The river gives life and just as easily takes it away.
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An Etheree, about a tree. Thanks for the tip Maniparna
Crows pick broken insects,
From warm bitumen roads.
On the cusp of two seasons,
While a full moon lingers
In the west of sunrise’s sky.
Another late autumn
In the great southern land.