Poem Category: Australian

Mother’s gift
polishing her table top
to its Maple heart

distant thunder
bringing in the books for sale
then leaving some

his tool  shed
father’s weekends
out of the house

spring breeze
in Laurel’s hair
I found how sweet it smelled

lava island
softened with seeds
the seas have left

Minaret
the prayed for glory
Sunset

picnic Sun
in much too much skin
we red and tighten

waterwheel
the creaks of the garden
rust over rust

threading
the bars of tree roots
a river Pike