Poem Category: Australian

The sheep mob nibbles…
a mother dumps her new toy
and inspects it.

Parrot feather
plucked from the breeze
rain in my palm.

Listen
the barn owl turning
to our embrace.

Farm drought
only the bore-water trough
to keep the sheep full.

Sheep lambing
crows whet their beaks
on the barbed-wire fence.

Swirling fogs
two trains at the road crossing
suddenly pass.

Apple trees
how gossamer under each
is the after-rain mist.

dawn stirs
songs in their brains
a bird at a time.

kitchen table
the scent of her wreath
untied with the ribbons.

the bridge rattles
a freight train lightly
across the river.