Poem Category: Australian

The crow pecked at
insect screen
on a warm spring day.

Summer winds
yet the horse in the stream
turns to my sigh.

The dragonfly hovers …
circles in the bird bath
mingle.

After us
about ten cows sashaying
from the buttercup field.

Guests gone
still above the pool
the dragonfly’s hum.

Evening walk …
away from the house
away from the silence.

Inside the ice sculptures
something
like shadows move.

Dusk quickens
magpies quietening
into shadows.

Pawn shop
trays mostly
engagement rings.

Long walk home …
the rattling of the storm
agog in gutters.