Poem Category: Australian

eucalypts
passing the lightning down
to where we stand

on our rooftops
up to the hills
a glaring moon-face

moon shine
in all of its journeys
the time for geese

night winds
a little bit of the tree
a raven’s space

sunrise
composing colours
a ewe squeezes her lamb out

the frost drips…
my mind on the lark
singing to dawn

and how I squint
at the sunrise
a grasshopper leaps so close

Sunday sermon
all the hens in white
obeying the rooster

Dawn rises
magpie songs unite
the Gum trees.

airing father’s suit
our shadows
return the touch