All natural

broken tree bark

To be broken, hurt,
crushed under a world of hate,
is human, nature.

Treat

full moon on a clear sky, as seen through tree branches

Pearl of the ocean,
treating gazers with its grace—
full moon in the sky.

Dilemma

a footpath in a park, surrounded by green and early-autumn trees, Launceston, Tasmania — Punchbowl Reserve, Launceston, Tasmania

Mildly-trodden path
calls me to a promised land—
to go or stay, awed?

Sail away

private boats docked on the harbour on a cloudy day — Launceston, Tasmania

Sailing out to sea,
not a single cloud in mind—
a sky full of them.

Looking down

viewpoint on a small hill, Grindlewald, Launceston, Tasmania — Grindlewald, Launceston

Perched atop a hill,
jewel of the golden crown—
vantage of the vain.