Poem Category: Australian

trout
plucking the falls
from autumn

bobbing
falls of autumn
the rainbow trout

jogging into dusk
the beach sand
stinging the wind

drive to hospital
dark rain clouds
in labour

Bonsai class
some students suggest
I snip less

mountain mists
the magpies fly out
of their own songs

dawn whispers
my jogging and the leaves
along this street

and the Suns soften
as unheard cicadas
creep slowly back to earth

our estate sold
Father’s portrait eyes
a tart look

ceased rowing
the beauties of an autumn’s
falling place