Poem Category: Australian

Rain forest …
caught in a sunbeam
green tourists.

Below our hearing
the guard dog’s chain
pulled tighter.

In his autumn days
father talks now
at our fishing spot.

Friday night poker
hands dealing into
a square of the moon.

Descending
to the pull of tides
the bay’s pelicans.

Patio icicles …
the morning of sunshine
just fills a cup.

Drought’s end …
clinging to the Gum leaves
it drips , drips , drips,.

Bus stop
sweating in winter
the cake-shop window.

Telescope
wheeling against deep space
a perfect Mars.

Zen breathing
the last train home
in the lightness of sleep.