tattered crow 
flying at half-mast ...
this chill wind

eye contact ...
we breathe this mist
in silence

making use
of the long drop ...
falling leaves

echoing
the voice of God ...
Bethells Beach

southern cross ...
ancient dreams seep
through the gap

spring alarm ...
dawn awakens
before me

waning light -
the sea too flickers
with fire

drowning
in the rites of death ...
autumn dreams

while she turns
to view the moon ...
lapping waves

spring tide ...
one godwit still
in flight

the wording
of her epitaph ...
spring tendrils

violent dawn ...
light slices open
the blackbird's song

moon viewing ...
a slit of cloud
parts her eye