Roll of fresh bank notes—
happiness for most people;
tightly bound rose bud.
Rolled
Cycle
My garden rose blooms,
to keep brilliant bees buzzing—
somewhere a heart bleeds.
Almost
Flowers on the edge:
waiting to burst into song,
dancing into spring.
Built up
Puddles of concrete,
blobs of native greenery;
civilisation.
Grevillea
Warm spring afternoon
a rainbow in my backyard:
the spider flower.
The Chaos Within 