Poem Category: Australian

curled on my hand
a butterfly flitting
in this plump green grub

spring in the forest
by what designs
do tree rings grow!

a morning chorus
across the street
the park’s early birds

morning Sun
the forest
breathes my breaths

morning colours
the sounds of an eagle
from mountains high

buttered toast
I imagine the honeycomb’s
daily touched flowers

train station
I follow the rains
of a work day

first autumn leaves
where the yard corners
wedding photographs

I woke dreaming
spring would grow our peach tree
…and spring grew

a jog after sunrise
past six horses
steaming off the frost