Poem Category: Australian

Paint easel
a leafless tree
frames the moon.

Star blessed
the river and I
at our old town bridge.

Window breeze
the scales of the lace
coming to rest.

A bag of cow dung …
strawberries
on the child’s plate.

Boy’s first telescope
the pockmarked face
of the moon.

Midday fog … coming out
the picket fences
dry to grey.

Finally
the camp fire colouring
the stone circle.

The way the frog’s slither
is slimy
from the boy’s hands.

After Sunday lunch
the weight
of summer heat.

Sponge diver
the sea horses rigid
behind the reef.