Poem Category: Spring

Being fog
the scarf around the mountain
returns to the sea.

Taking left-over meat
back to its Gum tree
her favourite magpie.

Mountain trek
not seeing my smallness
until the lightning strikes.

White table
the poppy in a blue vase
so orange bright.

Rainbows
bending
the waterfall spray.

Seeing how
the bees come to the roses
mainly by colour.

Fallen oak–
lets the struggles begin
for her seedlings.

Turning
to its night vision
the barn owl.

Alone again
the shapes in the tea leaves
foretelling her.

Hovering above …
a carp treads water
under the dragonfly.