
Fledglings leave the nest,
the last of the twigs crumble:
parents’ duties done.

Fledglings leave the nest,
the last of the twigs crumble:
parents’ duties done.

Dormant ancient tree,
ageing, greying, still standing:
life survives and thrives.

Nature’s cheerleader:
waving red-green pom-poms high;
weeping bottlebrush.

Season’s first almond,
as smooth as bearskin carpets—
bird bitten too soon.

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