Poem Category: Australian

willows swaying
on the summer breeze-
the river flows- slowly

eucapypt-
in streaks of first light
two peepers- from the nest

’til the kookaburras laugh
you have no reason
to look up for joy

the cat birding
behind the hose-reel
and a thinning fog

eucalypti-
following me to the lyrebirds
breaths of cool air

eucalypti-
under the new bark
the moth grubs- scribble

one of many neighs…
and in a far field
the mare and her foal

sunset spreads-
between swans on the scarlet
a sail boat- turns

after the first light
on her brace of eggs
the magpie sings

she waits!
in the rush of breakfasts
her school lunch- packed