bushwalking
breathing as one
with trees
Maureen Sexton
finding my inner child
the colours I’d forgotten
Maureen Sexton
my mother asks
if I am her sister . . .
entry to the maze
Maureen Sexton
from her birth to her death
all the burst bubbles
Maureen Sexton
my daughter’s grave
shadows of flowers dance
by my side
Maureen Sexton
early spring morning
through filtered sunlight
a flash of wings
Maureen Sexton
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