
Gathering of weeds,
basking in the spring sunshine,
colonise footpaths.

Gathering of weeds,
basking in the spring sunshine,
colonise footpaths.

Seeking approval,
looking demurely downwards—
three-cornered leek blooms.

A sea of roses
at the top of their careers
waiting to be picked.

The city is still,
from ashes branches protrude
bare from winter’s bite.

Teetering on edge:
moving to a new country;
jumping off a cliff.