Poem Category: Australian

Ripe cornfield
a rustle from
the coloured wind.

At midnight
shrieking bats shrieking
from the cave’s stone mouth.

Verandah
dusk follows
the old folk inside.

On the sunlit lake
that migrating geese
call home.

Grandkids
their chocolate kisses
going home.

Soon to fall Pine
sunlit
her perfect raised saplings.

New year’s hour
her breath
in me.

Raising a shadow
at midnight
the fruit bat’s wing.

Her call ends …
a half decent senryu
on my jotting pad.

her birthday book
unfolds to its first page
a unicorn.