
Stairway to heaven:
all that glitters is not gold,
just dew drops on grass.

Stairway to heaven:
all that glitters is not gold,
just dew drops on grass.

The nosy neighbour,
peering over our fences:
sweet wisteria.

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

Unfazed by traffic
the giraffes in our cities
nibble on grey clouds.

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