Poem Category: Australian

Country road
kicked from its belly
an ancient quartz stone.

In the hot north wind
that no wattle trees shade
cicada shrills.

Whale watch
one wave rising
out of the blue.

Cellar wines
in cool walls
a cricket’s constant chirp.

Midday sun
slowly ending
Sunday’s lay-in.

Before the tide
heron prints
along the bay’s black mud.

Wine and cheese night
the joys of the riffs
from a jazz trio.

Midday heat
she brings us sliced iced mangoes
on a cold white plate.

Campfire coffee
the stars of the Universe
passes some time.

Frost in the hills
the cattle dogs mouthing-off
with their cloudy breaths.