 Shifting the roses
Shifting the roses        thorns aside        there were plenty in the wind anyway.        I got seven bushes out        not feeling...
    This afternoon I pruned the fig
This afternoon I pruned the fig        cutting back hard into its old grey wood.        Honing the blade on secateurs until it        ...
    The road
The road        to bougainvillea sunrise        beneath native cherry trees        is a dark shaft of air        mined by first...
Poppies
Poppies        bought from a street stall        one late winter        lunch hour        their closed        bowed buds        the...
   See how these Iceberg roses
See how these Iceberg roses        slip             on the very limits        of the lawn        in the slight wind shifts        ...
This three-cornered jack
This three-cornered jack        and few things expose its candour        in the grass.        Amongst marshmallow, couch and wild...
A single milk thistle
A single milk thistle        growing in the schoolyard.        You push up here        as a dull green tongue        poking out of...
The North Terrace gardener
The North Terrace gardener        claims as part of his uniform        the inconspicuous green of lawn and trees.        As part of...
Anzac Day - Lone Pine
Tall enough*        and at        the fullness        of the season        for ripe        green cones        to open        in...
Beneath the War Memorial Shrine
Beneath the War Memorial Shrine        earth has been planted out with red salvias.        Now like crimson candles        they swarm...
