Poem Category: Australian

regatta
the river’s bend
zigzaged with sails

the river forks
from the left hand side
honking calls of the geese

the sparrow’s bird bath
the rest of our garden
in shadows

jogging home
in the fresh snow
my mind on the silence

gentle rains
hens pecking
over the free range earth

Deserted
finding tomorrow
the midnight tram’s headlight.

The meditation
of bamboo wind chimes
… a summer dawns…

The fallen Pines rot–
I sit down on the deaths
around us.

I step away from
the long white tunnel
above the bed to fear of pain
the beyond is not yet yours
this love that says
you should go back

autumn
raked
into
flames