Poem Category: All

A magpie calls
the misty orange dawn
behind him.

Sunday in the park
the kite’s dragon eyes
tilting at heaven.

Bush walk
all this time lost
sitting by a waterfall.

Ebbing with
the tides of sleep
Sunday lay-in.

Rustled garden
clouds corral
the sunspots.

Patio bonsai
losing their shapes too
in the spring rain.

Earthy dew
sprinkled with the crowd
of mushroom heads.

Lover’s look-out
the pulse of their city
under lights.