Poem Category: Australian

these few local nests
we showed the children
pummelled with hail

even some beauty
in my phone’s close-up
the crow staring back

in the blackened hailstorm
we can only watch
the dinting of cars

easy to add more
to my charcoal sketch
the soundless gulls

a school boy fishing
his get-lost kiss
to the train on the bridge

our talk over blackberries
across the table
her sweet purple lips

being fog
the cloak around the reeds
slides softly to the pond

a crow watches
the cop pass
the remains of a snowman

in our back yard
greening a summer wind
the grapevine trellis

autumn begins
a change to the books
I take to read outside