Poem Category: Garden Sundial

The Doberman’s walk
dragging our neighbour
… her quick wave.

Sundial garden
no moon yet, but the white roses
gently glow.

Eucalypt trees
speckled on the sundial
the start of the day.

Garden sundial
between horizons
the coloured hours.

Bassinet
by the garden sundial
the baby suckling toes.

Far from home
the jury racked over
the profits of crime.

Morning breeze
sundial and blossoms
in the same dance.

Exploring the venus trap
others have gone to
a green sting fly.

School children
into every parked car
their afternoon rush.

Sundial garden
only the green water-wheel
moving in the mist.