across the great lake the call of a little grebe
Andre Surridge
high tide
the waves heave
with kelp
Lorraine Haig
icy wind—
the old post and rail
speckled with lichen
Lyn Reeves
rainforest pool
glints of gold
in the orb spider’s web
Lyn Reeves
over the bush
a magpie repeats a phrase
it’s being taught to sing
Peter Macrow
