bees, busy in the peach blossom
and plundering the lavender

soft mown lawn stretching
past our wild garden

a small dog smells the flowers
wondering about tea-time

chairs on the deck
waiting for the sunlight
to warm the day

grass shadows against
the old picket fence
where the wild roses climb

a butterfly floating the breeze
dancing through life
careless for tomorrow

thistledown clouds
on a deep blue sky

tuis pruning the Banksias
with careless beaks

Kereru, peering through the window
speaking in soft voices
of love

my small seedling
from the Clendon oak
still holding its own

starry flowers dropping
from the frangipani
scenting the evening air

shapes of cabbage trees
drawing rosettes
against the sky

the return home
at day’s end