Poem Category: Spring

Nursing home
our fishing day out
yet father always leads.

without a surf
the ocean fizzles out
to my feet.

Afternoon tea…
the sips of honey-eaters
in the tulip cups.

Earthy dew
sprinkled with the crowd
of mushroom heads.

Buried pet …
a new puppy stirs
in her cradled arms.

Empty park
letting the storm
onto the swings.

Autumn chill
stars migrating
in the minds of geese.

Wedge-tail eagle
so long shadowed
the mountain moves.

Snow melt
out of stone hillocks
re-birth of the stream.

Lounge-room
a square of winter sun
around the curled cat.