Poem Category: Australian

their games-
in bird-bath fountains
the pigeons- flutter

What fantasy
my shadow has
with the camp’s fire.

Winter garden
through the naked roses
your lingerie drying.

adding
to the sounds of the sea
the gull dives

birds singing
how softly
the trees breathe ours

email haiku rejected
a magpie flips its tail
of snow

noses in the dawn
bellbird songs
leading the choir

cracked path
late home
how often I’ve stumbled

red
in my garden
the school-boy bike

hot north winds
in the bird-bath fountain
the games of sparrows