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Downfall Creek Ginko

                                                               broken silence
                                                               the fall of one
                                                               golden leaf

                                                                            *

                                                               gentle breeze
                                                               the crackle of gum leaves
                                                               across the boardwalk

                                                                            *

                                                               shady fig
                                                               the silence
                                                               of empty nests

                                                                              — Lee-Anne Davie

                                                                Melaleuca
                                                                again an unseen bird
                                                                cries your name

                                                                            *

                                                                wetland pool
                                                                turns my mind
                                                                to tea

                                                                            *

                                                                Easter Saturday
                                                                a family barbecue
                                                                amuses the kookaburras

                                                                              — Trudie Murrell

                                                                  thin path
                                                                  the strangler fig tightens
                                                                  its grip

                                                                            *

                                                                 forest entrance
                                                                 lorikeets race
                                                                 against the traffic

                                                                            *

                                                                 choosing a path
                                                                 ants travel straight ahead

                                                                              — Cindy Keong

                                                                  no breeze
                                                                  grass moves
                                                                  to the rhythm of butterflies

                                                                            *

                                                                  in the creek
                                                                  moss and rust
                                                                  years apart

                                                                            *

                                                                  back to read another page
                                                                  copper-bottomed ant

                                                                               — John Wainwright

                                                                            *

                                                                              all photographs by Cindy Keong

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New Farm Park Ginko: Trudie Murrell & John Wainwright

                                                           garden wedding
                                                           storm clouds bring something
                                                           new to wait for

                                                                           *

                                                           waiting for the bride
                                                           pageboy and crow
                                                           compare suits

                                                                           *

                                                            under the Bay Fig
                                                            a violin plays
                                                            branches dip closer

                                                                           *

                                                            long summer
                                                            boughs outstretched
                                                            check for rain

                                                                          *

                                                             under the fig tree
                                                             crested pigeons fuss
                                                             house proud

                                                                          *

                                                                          poems by Trudie Murrell
                                                                          photograph by Cindy Keong

 

                                                           chattering birds                               
                                                           remove the ear-piece
                                                           when the mobile rings

                                                                            *

                                                           there is but one poem                    
                                                           this time a black ant

                                                                            *

                                                           the woman beside                            
                                                           the pregnant woman
                                                           rubs her stomach

                                                                            *

                                                           autumn breeze                                   
                                                           nothing is still
                                                           but my heart

                                                                            *

                                                           small light
                                                           a spider on
                                                           her web

                                                                           *

                                                                           poems by John Wainwright
                                                                           photograph by Cindy Keong

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Mt Coot-tha Botanical Gardens Ginko

                                                                  autumn sun
                                                                  the glow of one
                                                                  ripe cherry

                                                                  cactus spikes
                                                                  can’t help
                                                                  but touch                                                            

                                                                                                Cindy Keong

                                                three tai-chi students meditate
                                                frozen ibis

                                                garden mirage
                                                lizards crawls out of the desert
                                                into the cafe                                                          

                                                                              Jonathan Hadwen

                                                      tired of bamboo gazing
                                                      I look to the pond —
                                                      bamboo reflection

                                                       alone again
                                                       by the waterfall
                                                       my bladder expands

                                                                                     Vuong Pham

                                           ants ignore the lines on fallen leaves

                                           mossy path
                                           I intrude
                                           on the ibis

                                                                          John Wainwright

                                                                 so still
                                                                 the pond
                                                                 before the children

                                                                 empty
                                                                 until you walk
                                                                 in my shoes

                                                                                               Lee-Anne Davie

                                                              autumn pool
                                                              willow reflects
                                                              upon itself

                                                              garden wall
                                                              where do you think
                                                              the creeper’s going?

                                                                                             Trudie Murrell

* all photographs by Cindy Keong

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Sandgate Ginko: Trudie Murrell

 

                                                             autumn shoreline
                                                             gulls and children
                                                             up to their ankles

                                                                             *

                                                             a storm cloud
                                                             hangs over the headland
                                                             deciding

                                                                             *
 
                                                             kelpie
                                                             on its day off
                                                             herds the waves

                                                                             *
 
                                                             caught
                                                             in the dog’s cocked ear
                                                             children’s laughter

                                                                             *

                                                             silence
                                                             shattered by
                                                             a flock of children

                                                                             *

                                                                              photograph by Cindy Keong

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