Old Labrador
in the middle of a dream
that I tip-toe past.
Poem Category: Australian
Poem 86
Long highway
the motel mirrors
with sounds behind.
Poem 70
Spring rain
then a bright yellow squeezing
out of the rose buds.
Poem 854
sunrise lake
in its solitude
nothing else to lean to.
Poem 838
finishing a coffee
the crumpled letter
unfolds before her.
Poem 822
as summer falls
the shrill of the cicadas
unaware of dying.
Poem 806
winter fog
the drip, drip of willows
to the river.
Poem 790
listening to crickets
their songs and their pauses
from the stone well.
Poem 774
old stone well
an eagle over our farmhouse
alone in the sky.
Poem 758
Eyes from the water
a crocodile’s gnashing
frenzied soul.