this bushland
has its spring surprises
tiny wildflowers
in purple and yellow
and fresh black snake scat

swollen river
littered with toppled trees
and flood debris
at dusk the glint
of fractured light

rock scrambling
we pit our wits
against the sea’s work
how many waves beat the shore
to make this giant’s playground?

rock pool’s
clear water
a tiny starfish
living the quiet part
of its tidal life