
Like cream atop pie,
little white dollops on trees—
spring is in the air.

Like cream atop pie,
little white dollops on trees—
spring is in the air.

The game is afoot:
lorikeets and humans race,
spring sun births a fruit.

Sparkling golden hour:
the sun folds in on itself;
red wine stain remains.

Cruising the runway,
waiting for life to take off—
dreamers on a plane.