Poem Category: Australian

moving moonlight
the forest
falls in leaves

the last apple reached
enough weight
for our pie

Mum’s birthday
how our echoes linger
around the kitchen

snow fall night
I start dozing
with a new book

winter branches
floating in the moon
our tree house

cave drips
the echoes
up-side down with bats

cave drips
up-side down
with fruit bats

first light
the weight of the world
…being clear

Japanese gardens
embarrassed
I restore some gravel

my daughter’s lisp
the snow flakes’ hiss
on street lights!