Poem 157

Harvester starts
the first cloud of diesel
into the wheat field.

Poem 141

Echoing
lime-stone caves
another tiny drip.

Poem 125

Winter wind
the beach artist washing
his hands in the surf.

Poem 109

Rainbow bee-eater
how fast the buzz grows
among the wildflowers.

Poem 93

Tea brews
among the patio ferns
grandmother’s talk.

Poem 77

Sand castle
letting the children learn
how the sea takes.

Poem 61

Stacked fire-wood
to defend her nest
the funnel-web’s fangs.

Poem 813

mum’s singing
on the kitchen table
our homework stopped.

Poem 797

busy streets
the dodging hiss
of their rain coats.

Poem 781

the new year
its first note
from our clarinet trio.