Poem Category: Australian

enough mist
still to sign
the window

deep autumn
still the Flame trees
to fall as snow

winter fog
still droplets
to the webs

midnight bats
still the fig seeds
to scatter

rose petals
still rain grown
to fall again

nude art
model’s hair
still to brush

fire ash
still the past
to sift

tsunami
still the future
to sweep

nursing home
still bonsai
to shape

her garden
still forget-me-nots
to walk through