Ghost Forests

Ghost forests of Canberra are small and hidden. And at times I don't know them.Some are plantations, straight lines that shimmer as you drive past.

Some are pine, cedar or redwood - ten, eleven, twelve or twenty. It would take the same time to walk though this forest as it would to walk around it. These tiny forests They will still surround you, a glade of trees in a grassy landscape. Yellow and Eucalypt slipping into black green.

Some forests are only seen, never entered. We live right up against a forest like this. From my garden I can see the infinite greenery. We peer into the fantasy, with our coffee, every morning On the stoop. It is impenetrable. Walk into it and you come out the other side, Having entered nothing but being well on your way to the shops.