Poem Category: Australian

Sunset garden
the buzz from honeysuckles
has fled the day.

Such blinding heat
just the shrill of cicadas
out of the dry north winds.

Spider’s sting
a life worth taking
the tiger moth.

Homeless…
the lazy river
in a wide brown flood.

Farm drought
only the rain water tank
giving the crows shade.

Where clouds would be…
taking a while to leave
my envy of the wild geese.

Afternoon showers…
a bustle of wagtails
about the front yard.

Winter is all grey
blinking in the drizzle
harbour lights.

Hanging her wash
the young wife looks over
towards the city.

Unexpected…
loneliness
on this beach full of stars.