jacarandas shout rebirth!
life turns out of winter sleep;
yet, spring’s unseasonal storms
wash purple tears in torrents
a brother, all of a sudden;
a mother, cancer let go at last
the trees and I weep for my friends,
too soon, we cry with you: too soon
kookaburras laughter
fills the dusk-dim valley
joy echoes in the stillness,
as clouds overshadow the moon
a colleague draws full time closed
a friend prepares to be cut open
the moon and I keep watch,
mark moments, remember
summer sun hints at her arrival,
teasing, promising her warmth
and fevers rage, bodies shiver,
vulnerability exposed post-hibernation
our muscles ache, and our bones,
my hand in my niece’s, beneath her cheek
the sky and I take deep long breaths,
seek healing, seek rest
these short nights and longer days
light persists behind thickest clouds
kookaburras fill the valleys with mirth,
jacarandas proclaim rebirth
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