Poem Category: Australian

Cutting their school lunches …
the tea-kettle
whistles to itself.

Weekend shed …
new smells shaved
from the old furniture.

Waterfalls crash
a plum afternoon
rainbows in the mist.

At the mountain spring
her kissing lips
on the mouth.

In meadow frost
the way the brumbies’ necks
cross each other.

Ant-black trail
returning to the garden bed
butterfly wings.

Buoy bells
in the fishermen’s thrown heads
a chorus of gulls.

Our home for sale
sparrows peck the lawn
near auction’s end.

A salt wind brings rain
not far from us
the cry of gulls.

Picking apple trees
an eagle glides above us
shaped by the wind.