
Stretch marks on her trunk:
rewards of rearing the young;
mama stands proudly.

Stretch marks on her trunk:
rewards of rearing the young;
mama stands proudly.

Big trees come alive
caffeinated by the wind
a spring afternoon.

Little red blossom
sat atop a mountain tree
far from scissor hands.

The city is still,
from ashes branches protrude
bare from winter’s bite.

Cloudless deep blue skies;
quintessential down under:
parched kangaroo grass.