Morning Breaks
Morning breaks There is a dry sharpness To the air A clearer focus Birds’ orchestral conversations Ping pong across the garden Bouncing between the leaves Of the massive fig tree Its gnarled fingers rest against the roof tiles, Limbs twist and snake up Where birds delight in the shade Of broad leaves Fruit clings in clusters Spoiled offerings are a rotten harvest Even the birds, bats and possums Decline in favour Of peaches hanging sweet Down by the garden shed - A drunkard leaning into the... Sign in to see full entry.