Leaving at sunset
a lonely woman
and an ocean cruise.

Wet Sunday …
parts of the newspaper
in every room.

river picnic
our shouts falling
from the rope swing

Light-house beam
returns to the windjammer
caressing her.

thought I’d drop into
her sick room…
frangipanis

morning chorus
that shiny old crow
…. rasping

Jogging.
last tree
still sunset red,
the birding cats,the swing
the child kicks high,the kite
above the park,the smell of meals
comes night

parrots forage
their first born chick
clearing the nest out

On the sunlit lake
that migrating geese
call home.

Swirling fogs
two trains at the road crossing
suddenly pass.

living elderly–
asleep in a canoe
my lines being tugged

surf’s up
the waves roll
the sunsets in