Poem Category: Australian

a white-out fog
in the ghosts of river Gums
no-one hears them drip

the loneliness of clouds
her turns the door key again
to a long weekend

fox prints in the snow
shadows include a movement
at the hen-house door

corn feeding
in the scarecrow’s shade
some migrating geese

moving house
the last from the apple tree
in our last carton

flood clean-up
the mud working into
all our moving parts

sipping a sweet coffee
under the Gum trees
in their falling place

two perfect thoughts!!
a cornfield rustling–
snowflakes on my nose

along the dirt road
a scarecrow turns to point
the farm house I seek

apple blossoms
all those promises we think
of grandmas’ pies