Poem Category: Australian

Barn owl
seeing how lovers
are led by spring.

The old man waits
free tomatoes on his fence
for any conversation.

Sunset sinks
a brumby splashes through the river
to the cool green hills.

Dry lightning
in the white-gum’s litter
leaves smoke.

Thwack !!
the way thunder feels
in our old tin shed.

Late home
only bedroom moonlight
on her form.

Scattering leaves
moonlight bounces
in the orange tree.

Cool forest
the ghost Gums reaching
their tall light to me.

Wet weekend
the mists in the shade
of our town hall steeple.

Its nerves
trapping the pheasant
in my rifle sights.