Breathe ~ Relax ~ Drink Black Tea Often
Someone’s sweet perfume
drifts in early morning streets
Aftershave competes
On shady footpaths
timber waits to stand again
How lively this time?
The wind blows leaves up
from the road and down from trees
Unity in death
Magpies sing the trees
Teaching their fledglings the tunes
that will save their lives
When the burn-offs start
the air chill begins to wane
Summer in the smoke
An abandoned van
Free of parking rules at last
Askew from the curb
Empty streets at dawn
are memories of absence
when peak hour rushes
Leaves pressed in concrete
creating modern fossils
Instant history
Summer twilight moon
lights a last half-hour of play
between work and dreams
A rising jet trail
fights currents and gravity
On the way to – air?
A hot air balloon
advertises real estate
The sky bought and sold?
Valentine’s Day is
also my father’s birthday
Love spills beyond dates
Letterboxes wait
They are indifferent to
all deliveries
Mushrooms grow at night
and surprise our morning walk
past the neighbour’s lawn
Early morning ride
Cyclists pursue each other
Seeking extra breath
Under Spring moonlight
A drunk fighting gravity
My father comes home
Early morning dew
sits on grass in shining drops
Bejewelled by sun
A cockatoo flies
through white sky towards the sun
and disappears
Water is finding
its level everywhere -
Spring rains come early
Sunset sea-breezes
spring from nowhere and surprise
our day’s end dreaming
The scent of jasmine
fills the darkest night with the
sweet lure of comfort
After the weekend
Footpaths and yards cut and cropped
Spring morning delights
Two brown ducks glide in
Grounding themselves in stillness
before their park lunch
You smell iron first
Then feel a drop, hear it
drumming up the street
My clothesline turning
sounds like a sad, one-note flute,
determined to play
Friday’s blooming tree
has lost every petal
by Monday – Spring speeds