
What perfect season—
baubles on the trees above;
golden wattle beams.

What perfect season—
baubles on the trees above;
golden wattle beams.

Makeshift standing desk,
fresh air, and warmth on my back;
working from my home.

Cluster of petals
supporting one another;
lesson for humans.

Lingering on leaves,
mere hours after morning frost:
droplets; so doubtful.