Hearts and Wings

I have been absolutely entranced and obsessed with the changing eucalyptus leaves in my backyard. I pass a lot of time observing and listening to them through my lens. I know the poetry each one heart-strums inside me, but no words could ever do these images justice. I will let the poetry speak directly to you instead, for so personal and intimate to me are what these leaves and tree portray… I hope you can see and hear it, too, as it pertains to you. ❤  

Spring Frosting

Frosted silver-blue in spring
ushers in eucalyptus dreams.
I inhale the heavenly possibilities 
wafted through my senses 
and altering my inner being, 
frosting me with the sweet
scents of what can be
and what can never be lost,
centuries of hope long ago
and perpetually seeded
that spring up each annual season
despite the body’s expiration
sacrificed for the birthing
of eternal angel wings. 
Every heart’s whisper, 
every tear that ever watered,
becomes a part of me, 
as I am a part of each,
all of us connected,
evidenced in these
ambrosial eucalyptus

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Bluebells and Cockle Shells


morning twilight

in the ever-discreet lightening

trickles into my pores

and permeates the chest

where I have hidden

my collected treasures

the wordless moments

saturated with sappy sensations

dripping colors into my mind

the times

time slowed to the subtlest of swirls

enwrapping me in fluid ripples

white-washed eucalyptus greens

reach for me

and I entwine myself with their scent

bluebells and cockle shells

ironically now in my palm

the texture and aroma

missing from the memory

of the childhood playground chant

blissful ignorance and naiveté

infused with braided rope

and the rhythm of jumping soles

on blacktop

eevy, ivy…over

yet still within me

before dawn

I return

to that earlier version

of me


Poem and images ©LauraDenise