Poem Category: Australian

brown winter slime…
fluttering a moment
an Oak leaf

our pet’s grave, lives!
show us climbing rose
all your blossoms out of it

Laurel has moved in!
lets me think now of nights, baths
and of new wet prints

sunflowers nod…
a sea breeze
slams the garden gate

from magpie calls
my mind wakes-to
the colouring day

shadowed river
following their honks
gypsy geese

an owl hoots…
the stream
carries its murmur

mountain fogs
a motel
splits the night

street light showers
the slow turns
of the white moths

nursing home
our mother’s bruise
pink with rouge