haiku in a country cemetery

pines bend in the wind
a sigh ripples the grasses
headstones stand and watch


over in tall dry grass
hide faded plastic flowers
now the grave is neat


a rufous songlark
perching on dried gold grasses
sings the sun's colour


delicate orchid
in graveyard's waving grasses
playing peek-a-boo


loud cheerful whistle
bright patch tops the grey headstone
eastern rosella


afternoon shadows
mourners beyond tears go home
moan of rusty gate