Poem Category: Australian

tiny cascade
a rainbow bridged
across the stones

the lift jolts…
a little bob
of her pony tail

Cathedral
sunset lighting a spire
the last one

tent rains…
my hour of cards
in solitaire

we fished
up to supper…
the campfire pan

heads up…
wildflowers
in the first rain drops

sunflowers in rain
the weeds I threw
onto the path

squawking in turns
at the sand storm
gulls in a circle

in mists…
the voices our bathroom has
for her songs

oil paints…
the bowl of fruits
before it corrupts