Bush trails

time and weather have cut through your splendor – tracks

are winding their way through like the many fingered hands of your Gums;

their capped, green swelling buds swaying in gentle rhythm…

like those fire cracker moments they explode into colour – a rainbow feast.

These graded trails offer treasures to the senses for the traveller –

a hidden water fall, a sudden vista or just the comforting crunch of foot (fall.)

There it is! lying on the bush trail – now a memory, nobbly fingers (pointing)

to the throbbing life that was – wise wizened, gnarled and ruddy the fallen

junctures hold a map to lost treasure just like the many paths now here.