Poem Category: Australian

birds singing
how coloured
the day fills-in

cawing guilty…
a murder of crows
over the dead lamb

day off work
all morning how gentle
the fog drips! drips! drips!

the filling
of tall tomatoes
with the glass-house heat

the wind exceeds its right
lifting the lilys’ skirts
to their underparts

mothering us
with our breaths
the waves of the trees

10 o’clock stars
the dog relieves slowly
to return indoors

antiques shop
tree rings polished
for the year’s sale

cool on the cheek
I let the butterfly
consider where next

the fog clings
magpie songs
from one to another