Poem Category: Australian

reading old letters…
all Mum’s apple pies
from this table

the sweet face
and her daughter
leave the beach to winds

sandpipers
don’t know to enjoy
these foot foaming waves

old man haiku
I speak them softly
in a single breath

old folk’s home
phoning an up-date
of my troubled girl

kid’s beach
the tiny rock pools
for an hour’s play

log cabin
a bear’s shadows
moving the snow

thunder then the lightning
moving its light
about Laurel’s eyes

falling Pine
its ancient right
to crush street lights

beach magnet
the sweet face removes
her white towel