Poem Category: Australian

afternoon clouds-in
the stings of beach sand
the wind brings

turned wild
in our garden
her well-loved herbs

late with fog
the sunrise colours
the eucalypt’s buds

dust and drought
a boat almost afloat
points up river

the colt’s first stand
changing directions
dawn colours the earth

autumn leaves
the winds cornered
at the back fence

first light
pocked with the mist
train windows

a fog clings
on the fence magpies paired
to songs

banks
joined to each other
by the cracks in the mud

before our canoe
the river rowed
by returning geese