Blackheath, New South Wales
Newly weeded beds
glisten in anticipation.
Mist weaves gossamer garments around cedar pines.
Green spears of bulbs stand at attention, ready to daffodil the soft pink of cherry blossom.
Meandering pathway plays court to lusty lichen.
Moss covered rocks ride sidesaddle in bejeweled tiaras.
Silver fern fronds fervently weep over dead leaf heap.
Serves him right!
He asked for rain, now