Poem Category: Australian

The mountain snows …
only the gliding eagle
to screech about it.

Dances
drawn on the breeze
fireflies.

Garden pond
did the tiger moth just give up
to drown in the moon.

Magpie’s beak
the defiant chirp
of a cricket.

Sunday afternoon
the merriment of ants
with a butterfly’s wing.

Sea wall
just me dangling
for a fish to bite.

Apple blossoms
kicking out at the carpet
around me.

Brushing past
the dog’s stick
into the river.

Back to my childhood
I wipe a bit of jam
from the tot’s lips.

New table
the white square of it
around our old blue vase.