These haiku were written in the days weeks and months following the fires that devastated much of eastern Australia.
They are my personal response to the loss and the ensuing grief. A loss and grief that still exist a year later, a loss and grief l am not alone in experiencing.
Indeed these feelings seem to have permeated the psyche of those of us, not only living in the bush, but those of us that value the rivers, the birds, trees…
It’s not the loss of material, it’s the loss of something so much bigger.
It’s the tearing, and fraying of the connection to the land, to place.
It’s the changed ecosystem.
The green of the epicormia, what does it signal?
Recovery? Defined as a return to a normal state. I think not.