Poem Category: Australian

Blue baby eyes
his mother’s milk
composing a burp.

From the black on white
the crow leaves
just the snow.

Being alone
with them across the valley;
magpie echoes.

The peddle canoes
gathered to rest
at low tide.

Bay shallows
stabbing for any young thing
the old man Ibis.

In sunrise…
a frog on a lily-pad
green of itself.

Down the light , down the river
returning geese
cry out.

In fog
the quick brush with ferns
a touch of birds.

Found on the lawn
just the smell of dog
in her dressing gown.

Rain forest
all the edges blurred
green.