Spirit of place : angel poem for Never Never looking from Raleigh NSW Australia

Never Never from Raleigh

soft as light
forbidding
but forgiving.
I present myself
at your door
gracious,
to share,
to ponder.

O how I long
for the old, old days
for the cool brightness
of a forest deep
of a tree, strong ,
of wickedness
saturate.

Mother-of-all
to-be,
Never-never lady,
give me blessing
grant me
bounty
grant me
plenty.

I am your humble servant.
Before you
I stand,
angelman,
this time round.