Poem Category: Spring

Turning
to its night vision
the barn owl.

Fallen oak–
lets the struggles begin
for her seedlings.

Seeing how
the bees come to the roses
mainly by colour.

Rainbows
bending
the waterfall spray.

White table
the poppy in a blue vase
so orange bright.

Mountain trek
not seeing my smallness
until the lightning strikes.

Taking left-over meat
back to its Gum tree
her favourite magpie.

Being fog
the scarf around the mountain
returns to the sea.

Faster into it
the lower it sinks
the horizon moon.

Garden shed
surprised… a spider
behind the old biscuit tin.