Two Years of Rengas
three moths spiral
into the blue sky –
summer clouds over hills
the drone of male cicadas
background sound for a hot day
shimmering heat hazy
reflecting the blue horizon –
cooling wet puddles
the hiss of steel in water
awakens the sleeping dog
the old dog stretches
paws, claws and back a line –
warm winter corner
i must have fallen asleep
making two seasons vanish
the sky gets lighter
as the sun begins to rise
–morning already?
a stand of skinny gum trees
breaks the hill’s smooth silhouette
mirroring the trees
shadows dance; winds gently blow
across cool mornings
jeweled in dew the flowers
loose thier fragrance for the bees