It is only when you leave that you remember
The smell of eucalyptus in the air,
The rain that drums so hard and fiercely tender
The sunlight far too bright for you to bear.
The artful architecture of the gum trees
Where each branch twists in balance to the whole
Where leaves are worn as garnish, not as garment,
Their beauty has been rooted in my soul.
The balmy air of a soft summer morning,
Before cicadas sing the heavy heat
A sky so blue you yearn with reaching sorrow
And ground too hot to walk on in bare feet.