Farm drought
in the wrinkles tattooed
on both their faces.
Poem Category: Australian
Poem 229
Water lilies
a duck under their skirts
feeling for snails.
Poem 213
Edge of the cliff
no moonlight
to the touch of a web.
Poem 197
River crossing
still on the edge
the brumby’s nerves.
Poem 181
Hang glider
swirling out of the sun…
the child’s eyes follow.
Poem 165
The winds ruffle
a magpie gurgles
into her eggs.
Poem 149
Closing fog
the willow drips
sounds of the river.
Poem 133
Dining table
daggers of light
the silver moon.
Poem 117
Pointing up
she says shooting star
with a lisp.
Poem 101
Waterfall
the impulse to scrub
the sweat from my clothes.