Cane Town in Spring

Fields burnt dry;
a few with new shoots
already growing clumpy.

From the sugar mill
the smell
is sickly sweet.

The Sea Through the Window

The sea through the window is stormy; eerie, with patches of pale light.

Night Sounds

the gecko after dark

chirrups at my door

while inside the house

my cat chirrups too —
repetitive little calls

At Last My Frangipani

at last my frangipani

puts forth a few small blooms