Poem Category: Australian

between mists
and prints in the snow
the leaves sniffed by a fox

Sunday afternoon
the room for lunch
to quietly settle

autumn leaves fall
the rise of tones rising
from the wind-chimes

hail storm
I look outside
my quieter face

a feather falls
the geese remembered
their long travelled paths

light house beam
wheeling to our distress
then leaving us

sand dunes-
how the gulls draw the winds
of their flights

tooth fairy
the smile across
my daughter’s sleep

dawn
cracking eyes
in a dream

footprints in the rain
the winter beach resort
half filled