Poem Category: Australian

bush medicines
in songs my mother taught us
when I would listen

thunder to lightning
the leaves fly around us
all the walk home

music to my ears
Oak leaves a-rustling
on the rough brick path

letter box
the wire fence
dangled with dew

sunset breeze
the river shifts
in the mirror on it

before opening,
my pen pal’s pink mail
in her daughter’s words

meditation
paused
phone call

lover’s settee
trying it on
in the salesroom

coffee lounge
breast feeding
with mothers and friends

puppies playing
over the long grass
magnolia’s soft falls