Rowing on the lake
magpie ducks slide
into the dawn mist.

Eucalypt valley
lightning bright enough
for the Gum leaves tremble.

Fumbling with keys
fumbling with locks
the child home from school.

Still hovering
pinnacles of pampas grass
the dragonfly.

Lush carrot heads
I find the horse nibbling
what its lips came after.

At the open window
hair waving
from the dresser's comb.

beekeeper
how sealed the sun is
in his row of jars.

Bedside stories
the tot finding shadows
too like her dreams.

house auction
the weight of their hands
out-bidding us.

her strapless red dress
billows on the line...
our iced drinks

geese returning
I tune the gut strings
of my old folk guitar.

Gold autumn leaves
a log in the river
hoarding its treasure.