
Winter photograph;
on a dry hot summer’s day,
remembering rain.

Winter photograph;
on a dry hot summer’s day,
remembering rain.

Flowers have their days;
at long last the time has come,
for the sun to set.

Mark territories:
brick borders for garden beds,
pine trees for the coast.

Smaller garbage bins,
fewer landfills in our towns;
wishful thought, perhaps.