Poem 425

Rain whispers
the tin coloured lake
surrounds our canoe.

Poem 409

Still hovering
pinnacles of pampas grass
the dragonfly.

Poem 393

Pink bedroom
letting her kitten catch
the wall’s torchlight.

Poem 377

Passing storm
at the dark edge
of the rainbow.

Poem 360

Being dragon eyed
the gulls frightened
by his kite.

Poem 344

Dirt road
the tall grass swishes
of a quick brown snake.

Poem 328

Mangrove mud
the slither of a snake
from the sunlight.

Poem 312

Waterfall …
without the sun to dry us
it was then Laurel laughed.

Poem 296

We have the same thoughts
picking her passionfruit vine
… grandmother’s jam.

Poem 280

Sun-bright blue
the jacaranda’s carpet
on the swimming pool.