homing shearwaters—
the evening sky grows dark
with wings
Lyn Reeves
labyrinth . . .
finding the centre
within myself
Lyn Reeves
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
Echidna Tracks 