Trees surround me
tall palms drop their unwieldy branches
on my roof
the almond bears its green clad fruit
and the vast wide circle of the kaffir plum
holds a colony
of green gold parrots
dropping tiny bombs with nuts inside

All winter the cottoneaster brightens our yard
with tiny globes of red
 now the dry leaves of a hundred euchalypts

rustle through the paths

the old grapevine holds back city noise

I am content to live in a city where the trees
are loved