Started on 07 Dec 20134 poems
blue banded bee floats
over agapanthus bloom -
a pause in the dance
A north wind blows an ash hot gale.
A scarabaean plague descends.
And pregnant clouds that should
The gully breeze prophesies a bushfire.
Phone calls, plans and decisions are made.
The cooing is a steady percussive beat,
Holding the garden symphony together.