lavender strawberry skies

an ode to the australian winter

poetry recitation

☾ sunset ☾

sun soaked koala leaves
shimmer above the horizon
melting into sherbet tangerine
sliding down bluebell petals

patchwork pixies
wrapped around you
saying farewell to the light
at four in the afternoon

once the branches
are no longer
illuminated in gold

everything so suddenly
becomes like cold noses

your frozen hands
fill you with
joy

his warmth
can now hold them

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˚☾ civil dusk ☾ ˚

the clouds are dipped
in lemon lollipops
like the mirage of a sundress
flowing teasing and soft

billowing bush smoke
perfumes your hair

the kingfisher flame
adorns the sun
on your fingertips

the scent of eucalypt
as you throw on kindling

because home is this southern land
where your ancestors dreamed

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｡˚☾ nautical dusk ☾ ˚｡

the twinkling kookaburra
watches over you
with his feathers of milky chocolate
and foaming cream

your new friend
enjoys your warm symphony
overlooking the kangaroos
down in the gully

as you breathe the rainforest scent
the joey snuggles
into her mother’s pouch

and the sky tastes like peaches tonight

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⋆｡˚☾ astronomical dusk ☾ ˚｡⋆

forts built with woven blankets
hung over chairs like tapestry
sighs amongst the ambiance
of movies in japanese

your ponytail
a sea of embers
wrapped around his neck
like a scarf

the night swims
and the midnight bath
of silver stars
begin to laugh

while the poets in the north
dance underneath the sun

you sleep on the moon
in sapphire blue

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⋆｡˚𖤓 astronomical dawn 𖤓˚｡⋆

rolling verdant memories
blanket the mossy, misty hills

raining through ravines
the edges of the soil

the bark thickens
around a prism
of sweetness

hidden rainbows rest
just waiting to explode

so you linger in this eternity
of kissing along the line of his jaw

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｡˚𖤓 nautical dawn 𖤓˚｡

cinnamon in your tea
early morning frost
covers the ground

the sleepy sunbeams
make the grass sparkle

please don’t melt

you see the faraway gum trees
touching the sky
with a sway

and the way
the leaves
s h i v e r

your eyes
are four years old again

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˚𖤓 civil dawn 𖤓˚

windy pirouettes
the crunch of footsteps
on winter leaves

wet dewy grass
sneaking into your shoes
tickling your feet

soaking your socks
with the laughter
of slip sliding on mud

it feels
like the very first time

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𖤓 sunrise 𖤓

under lavender, strawberry skies
bathroom tiles perform
a leafy shadow dance

venus waters
sweeping over curves
in a scattering sunlight caress

your lover pulls you back
into his arms
while he is still deeply asleep

winter trees and reveries

reminding you
that there is magic
in letting the sky

see you naked.