Half hinged between green and gold
Half hinged between green and gold in the grey ice of a mid-June garden grapevines swarm upon the fences, bright...
An eagle
An eagle above the golden foil of fields carries this moment in its clasp. These poems...
A red-rump parrot
A red-rump parrot from its sharp vantage on the iron fence is stripping quinces and the yellow ripeness...
A quince tree
A quince tree- into its dark pruned vase of sticks the parcel of sun. Leaves to paper-folded perfection...
Pitching hay
Pitching hay from the swung rhythm of his strong back and hips he forks the rain-dulled stack of last season's gathered grass and for a...
The road to leafless poplars
The road to leafless poplars runs through a mid-winter afternoon to where a yellow tractor paints a green...
The lantana in the south garden
The lantana in the south garden is older than the house its roots burrow in cool orange clay its leaves and stems...
The stubble fields
The stubble fields are a pen and wash in early morning light. Distant wild bamboo crosshatch pale sun sown with...
This sport's field
This sport's field Sunday morning with the rasping antiphon of a choir of galahs. Sun sits just below the...
Pruning of the vines
Pruning of the vines and at this road distance so many small humped clouds of control amongst the snarl of canes...
