Ancient

photo of a eucalyptus tree bark

Old, spotted, wrinkled—
testament to life well lived,
grand dad eucalypt.

Yearn

photo of a tree stump with a hollow opening on it

Looking to the skies,
wishing passing clouds would stay—
forests and farmers.

Frozen

photo of an autum tree with a pool of brown and red leaves around it, taken in the second week of winter

The last of its kind,
going bald, still bold, holds ground—
locked in time, autumn.

Goodbye

photo of a brown autumn leaf on the ground, taken on the second week of winter

Fragile and fading,
welcoming clear tomorrows—
dying leaves, bodies.

Just arrived

night fog settling, as seen around street lights — Canberra streets

Out in bitter cold,
settling down gradually—
fog, new immigrant.