Cockatoos fly home
earlier than yesterday -
the smell of Spring rain

Cockatoos fly home
earlier than yesterday -
the smell of Spring rain

Cloudless twinkling sky
Cockatoos snuggle to sleep
Scent of eucalypts

Evocative skies
Spread over with mournful cries
Touches of yellow
* By Lisa

In translucent clouds
Spring's final breath caresses
Warm embers of light

So blue and wet
the mountains remember
the ocean

Sunset clouds arouse
memories from another Spring —
Sit with me, old friends
