(i) My hatted head 'neath the bald sky; grey and secret. A plover's egg. (ii) Two wattle birds in flurried cluster; piggy-back flight towards Spring.
in the river she casts shadow and light a double edged beauty the whim of nature in cagey opposites delighting
a white butterfly with delicate black patterning flits busily around the lavender bush. i sit and watch, at first just enjoying the spectacle, but then beginning to ponder. i learned about silkworms in my son's preschool class-how, once they transform into moths they have only days to find a partner and lay eggs before they … Continue reading a thought