3298

harbour breeze
the oranges of dawn
pour in the boat sails

3297

cave mouth–
an eagle cries in
the lift from mountains

3296

first summer storm
so affirming
I merely stroll home

3295

turning
the boat-house key
on a wet weekend

3294

on the wettest weekend
magpies full of songs
to wake ne

3293

harbour dawn
the boat sails
colour the wind

3292

fog horns
returns
shaping the harbour

3291

black-edged winter sky
no sound to the dog
slinking to shelter

3290

mum next serves
plates full of
apple pie on cream

3289

lazy midday
all the river is
rests on its shadows