Poem Category: Australian

Folding wings
the geese’s summer journey
has crossed the sea.

dusk joins the trees
in the eggs a moth leaves
her generation.

last orange rays
letting the cratered moon
through my back door.

cicadas
I tune my violin peg
from its screech.

feather’s fall
touched from the other side
a salmon’s pout.

Summer breezes in…
a moon falls through
the window.

Masking
a face of the devil
the birding fox.

Traffic honks
the route our canoe takes
between the geese.

Born in summer
the rain on the lawn
weighed with sunlight.

After the screech
of a circling eagle
the wind-swished corn leaves.