Poem Category: Australian

Light circles out
perfectly
the swan’s soft landing.

Midday ambush
a magpie and I
near to her nest.

Clouds drift
following the paths too
that the geese migrate.

At the open window
hair waving
from the dresser’s comb.

The stars glitter …
These sparks that rise
out of the camp-fire.

Cages open
a cascade of pigeons
on the long way home.

Oasis palms
a flotilla of camels
has crossed the sands.

Putting the dog out
moonlight and garden
scented with herbs.

On the wall of graffiti
we pass at lunch,
nearly perfect … a blue orchid.

Clear again
the rainbow
connecting hills.