3207

showing the breaths
shown by the frost
a jog through the park

3206

a rowing boat
caught in the reeds
a kookaburra– laughs

3205

the farm brook pushing
its sticks and stones–
first March showers

3204

lighthouse beam
the voices of the storm
through a yacht

3203

refilling the radiator
kangaroos hop past–
one stares… as if such a thing!

3202

clouds rush–
through a sky of orange
the sun set — sinks

3201

always to be great whites
lording in the seven seas–
the crabs watch them pass

3200

composing the sound
held in water
the frog’s leap. Re: Basho’

3199

the clouds are wild
a lightning cracks
our shadows on the sea

3198

slowly autumn–
the street Maples
clench their hands