Poem Category: Australian

Winter dusk
brightening
the traffic lights.

To the gypsy geese
that return this year
our blue shining lakes.

No answer …
on the glass table
the long chain on her house key.

Midnight snack
in the light , in the quiet
of a lonely day.

Midday heat
such fierce buzzing surrounds
the rainbow bee-eater.

After martinis
the lost sunset
chilling us.

Fallen figs
the cat the mouse sees
has crossed the lawn.

swinging
in a moon glow
the swing and I.

garden shadows
Aquarius sprinkled
on the gold-fish pond.

in a solitude
the corners of the room
from a round table.