Poem Category: Australian

chandelier light
its weight outside
the mirror

he brings some past
to the gramophone
Dad’s vinyls

lavender field
the bees and their nectars
in the quietness of light

sailing solo
along the horizon
he cannot see

snuggled up blankets
the bird songs with me,
with me from first light

toe-turned steps
I say nothing else
to the dance class

what settles us down
sweet sixteen daughter
switching the porch light off

low hung fruit
feeling their weights
for our apple pie

the sunset rushing
I cannot paint
what still remains

a man-made pond
the one small frog
taken in