off in the distance
on a cool sunday morning
a crow sounds cranky

the wind is so loud
i swear its bold capitals
telling who is boss

ive been the victim
of a crisp white tucking in
restrained in my sleep

my dreams riding home
on the wind tonight so soft
yes his hands are there

leaves have returned there
the space felt full of comfort
on mingling sound waves

slept like i was six
under the fans gentle touch
outside its raining

at tiredness ending
dwells the sweetest surender
of a heart run wild

spring
when everything dances
partnered or not

batton changing hands
as my great uncle passes
im second in line

lucky dip friday
at work i notice  my socks
one blue and one brown

just like a woman
the wet season warm and damp
essentials of life

giggles per minute
happiness indicator
at the feel good show

different opionons
only black and white for them
magpies on smack down

dispersing the light
across the salty water
that big golden moon

purin 24/7
everything is lining up
pussycats babes here

eyes full of sadness
i feel her tender greiving
for unfulfilled dreams

gray foggy mornings
curtains the blue fairy wren
lessening my joy

lead ballarina
on the facebook page tonight
annoying them all

complement at gym
he spoke to no one today
until he saw me

cocky fairy wren
puffed up blue feathered jacket
on this years gene pool

out in the country
bird hovering in one spot
no ones in a rush

spring arrives
so many second childhoods

i never found it
though i looked in all faces
transcribing my heart

neighborhood play mate
fifty years on we still search
for sun kicks of fun

winters evening
shard filled breeze nips my ankles
while surfing the net

scatts party central
younger generations hands
full of learning curves

oh their wings let loose
smiles and good wishes packed tight
sitting on her case

flutterbugs jumping
excitement & fear compete
world travellers depart

katherine stores checkout
methylated spirits thanks
no brown paper bag

bone chilling grayness
words like chicken weather
spring to mind like foul

intense autumn leaves
full of colour and movement
infusing my joy

curled up in her lap
i stroked your tiny brown foot
sacred healings done

dont take it to heart
where else do i take it then
my chair starts squealing

loud screaming plovers
insistent microwave calls
peaking with full moon

positioned just so
soft earthly shapes below me
my heartland so close

morning anzac day
the crows mournfull cry fading
shadows on my wall

excitements still here
after the rainbow has gone
colours in my shoes

consumerism
a basket of easter eggs
on christmas morning

wild night of storming
led my dreaming to childhood
when my soul was smooth

opening the mailbox
i see the lime green shooting
of her cards meaning

framed by my window
you poise and open your beak
sound becomes image

morning at woolies
puffy eyed operators
and the cricket sounds

autumn surround me
leaves pinned to the earth so wet
my mood sluggish grey

early morning breath
as i stroll my way to work
breathing misty clouds

words alive on screen
a vision so personal
sharing of the soul

my heart constricting
the key strokes are light and slow
my first angels name

rustling sounds of leaves
laden green and layered lime
summers coloured coat

early morning queen
morphing to the sole monarch
on the stage so bright

seeing both sides now
perfectly crafted futures
in his trench art ring

hot cheeky chillis
sweat beading pockets of cool
make you monta man

summers intense heat
trees lay down band aids of bark
cooling fevered earth

neil diamond oh boy
using my energy well
so in love again