Four lions watch
Over the harbour
One toward the land
Three toward the sea
Over the harbour
One toward the land
Three toward the sea
Mine is the hand with the eye
Sure, when opportunity knocked
I answered the door
But opportunity doesn’t always knock
Sometimes, I just leave the comfort of my own home
Time for new growth
On naked branches
Spring is come
Sometimes
That
Is all
I need
We create spaces
Walk away from them
Return, re-visit, renovate
We take what was
And make of it
Something else
Whether for utility
Or a statement
“I hope at least one of them is,” I dead-panned.
She giggled, “Only in a good way!”
The leaves turn colours
Unimaginable
Lighting mountainsides on fire