Tanka for consideration by Eucalypt Journal
beach lookout
a springtime visitor
rolls and flaps about
silver glints on its flippers
keep us transfixed
a lone seagull
on a busy city street
far from the harbour
sometimes I wish I had wings
to find my way home
furry banksia cones
perch on gnarled branches
some follicles open
the child in me still sees
the old banksia man
an unkept park ~
neglect or rewilding
we wander amid
a bevy of birds, insects
and blossoming weeds
wet sand
of ebbing tide
reflects a pink dawn
my bare feet encounter
the first touch of spring
an empty sky
where the blue gum stood –
returning birds
perch on a brick wall
chirping incessantly
