Resilient, by your side

As the winter gums
brave the weather’s vagaries,
good friends have your back.

The land folk

Native guardians,
though scarred and frayed, steady still,
rooted, stand their ground.

Same trees, different haiku. Here.

As humans, the gums,
hundreds of varieties,
unsafe when triggered.

They observe,
from the sidelines
behind human boundaries
mutely.

Ghosts of past,
felled by hunters,
now shed skins, peeling,
naturally.

Wheels pass by,
not unlike time,
in twos, threes, and sixes—
boundless.

Fiercely defiant,
owners of the land,
masked in ashen white—
eucalypti.

Note: Eucalypus, or gum trees, are beautiful trees to stare at. They’re endemic to south-eastern Australia, where I now live.