Poem Category: Spring

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

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

horizon
letting our sails fill-in
the first light.

Deep water
the white heart
of a full moon.

Picnic sun …
so bright Laurel’s shadow
has eye lashes.

And the dusk empties now …
magpies quietening
into shades.

Flicking a bed sheet
the sunbeam glittered
with our dust.

Patio bonsai
losing their shapes too
in the spring rain.

The small boy’s net
triumphant …
his dozen tadpoles.

Midnight mass
the streetlights haloed
by fog.