Poem Category: Australian

Shooting stars
their tails come to us
in our own air.

Home lakes
geese cries forgetting
the ocean flight.

In the fifty acres
pitching with the wind …
green rustled corn.

Hitchhikers …
growing and growing
their far travelled tales.

Faster with its music
on crowded nights
the old merry-go-round.

Empty letter box
down the path
through sunflowers.

Lush carrot heads
I find the horse nibbling
what its lips came after.

The old couple
leaves raked
at autumn’s end.

Door slam
his loudly bruising finger
that mum kisses.

Garden pond
the many turns in moonlight
of the golden carp.