Past Imperfect

I lie awake

deferring sleep

to rummage

through my mind

for the reasons

and the meanings

in the day

I left behind

the litany

of endless whys

ifs and buts

and maybes

ties my future

to the past

much better left

behind me.

The Magpie

The magpie strutted

down the hall

and when I called

took flight

quickly finding

a way out

as if

it'd done this

many times before,

maybe when 

I was sleeping.

It brought with it

no fear,

just an implied

understanding

it would be back

tomorrow.

Haiku

along the creek 

tentacles twist and search -

thirsty trees

Nature Strip

This morning on my walk

I saw a white gum 

shedding bark...

It stood draped 

in ragged remnants

like a Weimar cabaret queen,

its promised hints of beauty

 drawing passing walkers in

gripped by its witchery

with every little glimpse

of the beauty it laid bare

inch by teasing inch...

And so it is that I'll be back 

tomorrow, the next day 

and the next to watch 

this woodland cabaret lady

continue to undress.

Haiku

Sweet summer fruit

heavy in the palm ...

fly-in diners.