Poem Category: Australian

snow hills
the Gum shades disappearing
into dusk

the storm left-
to the hill of stones
a brook- babbling

dawn rainbow-
in the city of lights
the rain smells- rise

between towns-
in the rear-view mirror
a headlight- glares

her age-
through our breakfast rush
her wrinkled blue eyes

her shower scent
through the breakfast rush
Laurel- leaves

road kill-
in feasts of blackness
the ravens- caw

orange to lemon tree-
along silver highways
the spider- weaves

fall of a eucalypt
the moonlight
as it comes with a rush

as I lay under-
the river Gums
growing their new rings