betwix and between
capturing the warming sun
a new world below

ANZAC day today
a butterfly went by me
lemon scented flight

hello there mojo
i went to work with my shirt
skew wiff inside out

kite action sunday
graceful flying now on line
happy beating heart

autumn at night time
bathed in the orange street light
moon beams pushed aside

dressed in my white shirt

i twirl two pencils for fun

afternoon meetings

walking the pathway
shadows chris cross my journey
bathed in golden light

encased in water
however fine it may be
i sleep like a babe

sunday afternoon
cool breeze pokes its head in
same time every day

customer service
as i bend over backward
picking up the treat

autumn
the crows morning
call has a chilly
quivery sound

half sharp silver moon
smug in its royal blue sky
canberras evening light

who would have thought it
the grumpy great patrick white
recording angel