Poem Category: Australian

burnt out house
grumbles of the bob-cat’s work
on a cold grey day

autumn leaves
outline me
on the park bench

midnight’s moment
five haiku breathe
from my fresh page

fresh lite snow
her front yard bike
before school

willows reflect
flying through and leaving
come, come again migrant geese!

across clearings
I feel no breeze stir
just the leaf sniffed by a fox

open window
I see no bright star
just a leaf’s moment move

first date
I more and more know
her answers

circles of gulls
the ocean’s
storm brewing

watercolouring
should hold forever
this moonshine across the bay