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