Poem Category: Australian

the rush inside the storm
–only this motel door
to look out

such is wind
the burnt Pine
leans

reflections
the river Gum
falls

alone I saw it …
the Gum in the wind, fall,
to the sun on the river

surrounding
the eucalypti
the season of rings

she looks back–
the child like I faced
a kindergarten gate

sound travels
for no special purpose
a magpie wakes me

blanket snow
a bell bird
tinkles the air

freezing ears–
over the blankets of snow
a bell bird … tinkles

…seasons…
how the life in the Gums
turn into rings