drumming rain . . .
the copper kettle
begins to sing
Lyn Reeves
a fresh flutter
of sundrops and finches
old birdbath
Jan Dobb
crescent beach—
children sculpt islands
on the tideline
Lyn Reeves
bobbing heads to Cold Chisel doves on our roof
M Faz
summer field
a full-blown moon
silvers each grass blade
Lyn Reeves
gathering dusk
the homing cries
of black cockatoos
Lyn Reeves
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