Poem Category: Australian

in troughs of the moon
knowing her free-spirit
Laurel swimming back

prints on the beach
tiny giggles
stepping into mine

dog refuge
in soft eyes
taking her home

bright
in the torchlight
my door key turning

beach shack
staring at a sun-bucked sea
the gulls ride on

holiday house
opening this winter smell
to the windows

fresh pink paint
she asks
will her toy pram dry

squeezed
by the drought
some Gum trees weeping

fairy tales
chasing
her fear to dream

guided to us
by the shifts of stars
migrating geese