
Alone and forlorn
lays on a bare ocean cliff—
red flower, for love.

Alone and forlorn
lays on a bare ocean cliff—
red flower, for love.

I greet the neighbours,
gently walking through the woods—
the wild hellos back.

Forever windswept:
leaning into winter days—
evergreen gumtrees.

Mid-morning bush walk:
winter sun finds hiding spot
between pine needles,