Flowers

A dream of landscapes
Exotic and rich
A single straight trunk with
Brown, coarse flaky bark
My imagination
pulls me there
Made no plans to travel there
I just up start

Bull Kauri

White flowers, lush and nearly
Three meters high
Did I come here by boat
Or dust devil in the sky
Brace my lungs
Against the heat
Flowers' delicacy
Deceives me

Thryptomene

My legs trip on botched bark
Made grey by wildfires
By wildfires

Medicinal healer
Blue-grey and flowered
Banksia will make us rich with
Tales from older days
Vibrancy will last forever
We can all agree
Pale pink and red purple
For those who remain to see

Dahlia

Flowers in drought, life in desert
Cool in the evening time
Bullroarers chill my bones
Stars adorn the dome
Arid breezes dry my lips
And steal my speech
Soon I make my way again across
Oceans of sleep

Salvia