Poem Category: Australian

Upturned stone
still with the earth
my pencilled haiku.

Ghost town
the drought-thin trees
of its surrounds.

Wedge-tail eagle
embracing
the thermals.

Motel door
cobwebs of fog
between the mountains.

In bare feet
the new carpet
changing every room.

Museum
my daughter and I
share the world going past.

How knuckle hard
is the full moon
in the pond of ice.

snow falls
such afar away budding
to the cherry trees.

pond mist
being alone
in the voice of the frog.

winter rains
in the book-shop warmth
closing time.