Poem Category: Australian

he sees again
her tilling their herbs
without gloves.

magpies
the first tenor begins
the ode to dawn.

concealed track
the forest breeze
tangled with bird song.

Poker night win
the clarinet solo
from a jazz band.

Milking the girl…
scratches of her long itch
on the old barn door.

The break
in a fog that clings
the pale winter moon.

Parkland mist
the flame trees naked
in a cold dawn light.

Before us
in the bright stream
flint stone tools from the past.

Dark verandah
our neighbour draws back
on her cigarette.

Sudden frost
so rigid to touch
a frill-necked lizard.