Delicate subconscious of the forest
before hikers come;
creek reflections, shimmering
on columned palms;
bubbles, runnels, rills cascade
as bird-call from the canopy;
a lyrebird, brown as morning shade,
bobs among sun-freckled leaves.
We make our way back by the road;
wild ginger blossoms wilt in sun,
their perfume haunting as a life
half gone, the day no longer young.
In Rainforest, Mount Tamborine
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2003
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