Poem Category: Australian

her strapless red dress
billows on the line…
our iced drinks

Asking directions …
only the older workmen
in blue singlets speak.

eucalypt smoke
in our campfire tea…
the stars wheel

overcoating a chill
around my shoulders
street echos

tree silhouettes
a raven
splits the dark

being axed
the winter wood
shoulder high

grey morning rains
mushrooms
thrust the earth

boysenberries
the plate passes
in purple fingers

long shadowed park
the kookaburras
laugh at sunrise

axed timber
stacked in a pile
the autumn leaves