Gone

Setting sun visible through garden tree canopies.

Watering our plants,
we look over the fencing—
the day got away.

Out of mind

photo of the sunset's colours barely visible in the horizon, behind urban houses

Down our urban streets,
beyond the concrete facades,
sun sets out of sight.

So be it

photo of a vibrant red strawberry on the bush, a huge chunk of it bitten off

I pour blood and sweat
into preparing the soil;
galahs eat my fruit.

Ripe

Close up photo of strawberries on a bush, with one strawberry starting to ripen. There’s a single dollop of red in the otherwise green strawberry.

Starting to ripen,
first drop on a plain canvas—
strawberries make art.

Fading

photo of the sun setting behind suburban houses, the sky engulfed in a pinkish orange shade

At the end of day,
lingering shards of sunlight;
shades on a palette.