I'm attuned to growth

I'm attuned to growth
my garden looks radiant
woke to rain falling

With joy in my heart

With joy in my heart
all across the universe
my fingers will reach

The grass is growing

The grass is growing
this wet spring will be hectic
bought a lawnmower

Trust your beating heart

Trust your beating heart
know you are more than enough
winter winds will pass

Dreams of blue heron

Dreams of blue heron
hiding in Patterson's Curse
beside a full dam 

Is stealth mode engaged?

Is stealth mode engaged?
No one sees the stuff I post
I must be ninja 

All those masks we wear

All those masks we wear
the many stances copied
how would I know you

There's always something

There's always something
finding ideas isn't hard
commitment evades

It takes a moment

It takes a moment
then my eyes begin to see
hundreds of small blooms 

Seen crossing the road

Seen crossing the road
their dark shells reflecting light
giant cockroaches

They grow out of me

They grow out of me
all these different projects
it doesn't make sense

The truck driver grabbed

The truck driver grabbed
one fist of air from outside
one finger stood out

Birdsong intensifies

Birdsong intensifies
the equinox approaches
hayfever explodes

The sparrows called out

The sparrows called out
on the trampoline they swarmed
a honeyeater

Nettles in my yard

Nettles in my yard
bite my legs as I pass by
I'll bite them in pies 

Sun rising early

Sun rising early
blackbirds are singing new songs
as wattle blooms fall

Words make me aware

Words make me aware
how each syllable, each vowel
sketches a person

I wake with headaches

I wake with headaches
I sneeze and wheeze through the day
spring brings allergies

Each day circles round

Each day circles round
the story remains the same
exasperation

“Over here,” he chirped

“Over here,” he chirped
trying to lead me away
as I pass his nest

Nicknamed a ‘hoop’ snake

Nicknamed a ‘hoop’ snake
covered in circular lines
the bandy bandy

Orb weaver maybe?

Orb weaver maybe?
Hard to see the resemblance
Spider Orchid bloom

Surprises await

Surprises await
bushwalkers after spring rains
stars shine from the dirt

Under cypress pines

Under cypress pines
dusty fragrance surprises
chocolate lilies

I whistled at her

I whistled at her
she stopped and gave me a look
little friarbird

Edging on the path

Edging on the path
spiky leaves tingling my legs
stinging nettles grow

Waving from the ground

Waving from the ground
little hands sway with the breeze
pink fingers orchids 

Watching the garden

Watching the garden
movement from among the weeds
little lizards crawl

Sitting in the sun

Sitting in the sun
on the warm northerly breeze
floating spiders webs

Among yellow blooms

Among yellow blooms
western donkey orchids wait
for a fly to land