Poem Category: Australian

art class nude
their model
flings her hair

mountain roads
a motel
clears the fog

seeing
how crescent the moon
when the child points up

kitchen light on
a magpie
praising the dawn

the cyclone hits…
in the moments gone
our banana farm

tomatoes
earth filling the fruits
a day at a time

all dark inside, out!
the hail storm
pings our iron roof

Her shadows touch too
letting the butterfly
around my face.

summer forest
leaving the chain saw to it
the butterflies.

time to die
a river red gum
flops on the moon