I love eucalyptus trees. Together they create a living cathedral, with marble-like bark, arching branches and the pervasive smell of incense, that leaves me feeling hushed and in awe. And they are such wise teachers. Whenever I spend time with them, I feel that I’ve learned something from their example …
A lesson in releasing
Crude graffiti deeply etched
defaced your trunk these twelve months past
but in the way of eucalypts
the curse is shed with last year’s bark.
No traces now of hurt remain
your slate is clean, it’s a fresh start.
The lesson’s clear: release regret
before it carves into your heart.