Poem Category: Australian

turning to its music
the merry-go-round
after annual repairs

holiday house
following the sat-nav we
“Turn left at the next”

rain puddles
his bike dividing them
all the way to school

a road rage
winds down the gutters
swirling the leaves

a winter walk
but for the fog dripping
the hedges would be wraiths

another Monday gone
wheeling the rubbish bin out
into a billion stars

just before dinner
she plucks our herbs
from the window sill pot

those apples we picked
we picked together
this year who can save them

a three canon salute
smacks the breathing
from the steel cold air

a hail storm
spins the scarecrow
to show all his anger