Poem Category: Australian

Bird-bath splashes
I compose me a haiku
about the garden.

Grandchildren
the sway of her breasts
preparing their beds.

Winter shadows
a sun spot leaping
from the garden shed.

Sunset beach
waves at the children’s castle
coming and going.

In the Zen garden too
adding
a handful of compost worms.

Tiny silent stream
the salmon’s leap
from moon to moon.

The mountain fogs
a deer blurs
into.

Easily seen
yet the neighbour’s son silent
in our mango tree.

Bubbling the bridge’s
shady river
brown polished stones.

The Ibis are old men
moseying , meddling
in the mud bay shallows.