Poem 773

father’s shed
all his weekends spent
mostly in neatness.

Poem 757

Greening
the tastes of the pond
waterlilies.

Poem 741

Sunrise sea
the waves pour in
from the light.

Poem 725

Crescent moon
climbing not moving
the Pine cones.

Poem 709

On the moon
only the river red Gums
reflecting.

Poem 693

After the storm
our marmalade cat
tiptoes the lawn.

Poem 677

Spring rain
cacti shaping leaves
to the same needles.

Poem 661

Leaning all over father
replacing a wheel
on her doll’s pram.

Poem 645

Turtledove meat …
how tenderly the eagle
feeds her young.

Poem 629

Blinding heat
bright lizard eyes
from the just-raked leaves.