And the dusk empties now …
magpies quietening
into shades.

crescent
a salmon gulps
what’s left of the moon

rock pools
free from the tide
free from the sea

horizons
lure the geese
to the days beyond

Sundial garden
then in winter nests
just sparrow bones.

Picnic.
full sun
on glass top lake
the laddered Pines,her hand
behind the boat,the lunch
spread on damp grass,the wine we drink
still cool

A car space found
our beach towels breathing
last season’s scent.

Where the cruise ship berthed
the moon
on coiled ropes.

at dusk
and how the leaf falls sound
I no longer see

In it comes
two rainbow lorikeets
following the scent of hail.

Park bench …
autumn so silent
I kick up the dry gold leaves.

open tent
green and brown caterpillar
in a beak