December 2016




From my window this morning


gentle green of sloping hill
content from weeks of rain

soft-shadowed forms
the single line of gums
fold down the flow of grass

sheep graze, white dots
on living green

in the rain-spill pond
a blue faced heron slowly wades its way

grey, slow
following receding line of shore
its seeking
gladdening my heart

closer, brazen ravens splatter mud-brown water
strong black bodies,
flashing, wings a-spray

I see them revel, play
in water-gift of spring
soon destined to recede into
the drying land

… and shrink to nothingness..

Wild wood ducks glide upon this marshy

diving and weaving
calling out their

the dams are full,
life abounds,
creation, re-creation,
wonder and delight

the land smiles.

my wandering gaze roams this earth
I love, am bonded to,
and falls upon

the gum that is the centre and the all,
burgeoning, widening, dipping laden boughs
in green skirt of scent
and glinting leaf.

The sun, the glowing sun, delights it,
slick sheen glistening,
sparks of fire dancing
to the languid tune
played by summer

This is nature at its fullest flower
gums in finery of green and white and pink

soft stir of air …
the call and twitter and the caw
beat and flutter,
buzz and drone

rippled water, wade and glide
and fitful, gentle breathing

haze heralds change,
morning peace melds into
lazy afternoon

sky-change in grey and slowly fading mountain rim
wind freshens, world-changes
recreated, time
moves by.

Warm afternoon
will fade in haze of softening light,
darken, fade …

the sun will set behind the western mountain range …
slow rapture

If fortune smiles, the spinning world will weave its day
to find me greeting wonder.

and I will celebrate
this ever-moving flow
undying rhythm

eternal nature, endless play,
unforced pattern, birth, and growth, and re-creation,
gentle bloom and fade of light,
enthralled, ensnared

until the final failing of my sight.

and death of light.

Jean Law copyright
December 2016

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I am a 72 year old grandmother of 9, mother of 3, and happily married for almost 52 years. I was born in Sydney NSW, spent my first 43 years living there, but moved with our family to Tasmania in the mid 1980s seeking to leave behind Sydney's increasing madness. Following our usual gypsy pattern, we travelled around the state for some years, living in the North-West, the Midlands, the Central North, before finally settling well and truly in the beautiful Derwent Valley at Black Hills. It took just under 20 years of discovering Tasmania for us to finally came "home". I now live under wide skies with glorious views of the countryside, the hills and valleys of the Upper Derwent, approximately 50 minutes drive from Hobart and 20 minutes west of New Norfolk. Our home is high on an escarpment looking out to Mount Field, and as the photo shows, often wrapped in mist and floating on cloud lake. Writing poetry is my passion. It expresses my life, the ups and downs, the sadness and joys, the beauty and the ugliness in which we are all immersed. It is in my poetry that you will find ‘me’. In my writing I travel through the stages of a long life, all its highs and lows, its fun and frustration. Recently I new turn - I've resumed student life by enrolling in my MA (Writing and Literature) at Deakin University. Just as important, if not more so, I write and rewrite so that my poetry can reach out and touch as many lives as possible.

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