2015 - March 31

marshmallow weed shadows -
dark stars
on the mottled path

2015 - March 30

deep blue with silver glitter
sparkles bounce
on the ocean's surface

2015 - March 29

scrape of shovel on cement
a clang of metal
low voices
and the chatter of birds

2015 - March 28

little bird darts
from tree to clothesline to tree

2015 - March 27

rooster alarm tone
memories of the daily morning chorus

2015 - March 26

the flicker
of a bright moon
behind the mesh of leaves

2015 - March 25

"Statue", a toddler says as he points
with a drop of a coin
the silver statue begins to juggle
silences the toddler

2015 - March 24

birds all in a line
then a sudden scatter

2015 - March 23

small bird on bare branches
flash of yellow

2015 - March 22

clusters of yellow
orange, green
sunlit

2015 - March 21

golden trunk
silver branches
orange streetlight

2015 - March 20

pen on and off the paper
patterns
and the breaking of patterns

2015 - March 19

"not on the ipad"
response from a two year old

2015 - March 18

The cloud-border outlined in light
no sun glare this morning

2015 - March 16

a flutter of green
from tree to tree

2015 - March 15

a patient wait
for light and rainbows

2015 - March 14

crunch of dry leaves
as the tyres roll over them

2015 - March 13

sudden circles of sound
sweetness in the front yard

2015 - March 12

"What's this mummy?"
little fingers on a dial
strawberry on the ceiling

2015 - March 11

a sparkle of green
when I look out
the kitchen window

2015 - March 9

darker than usual cement
water droplets on wires

2015 - March 7

pigeons
pecking at weeds
walking together
spinning in circles
flying away

2015 - March 6

colour and sparkle
the back of a window sticker

2015 - March 5

for a few seconds each morning
the tap next door
is a bird
and around the corner
the twisted piece of wood
is a statue of an elephant

2015 - March 3

the leaf
twists and turns
on its downward journey

2015 - March 2

fairy lights
sparkle
in the sunlight

2015 - March 1

Above the Writers' Week crowd
the shimmer of leaves, almost silent
and the roar of hornets