Poem Category: Australian

in sticks and stones
the same storm leaves
cover the street

first songs…
the stretched sunrise
searching in Gum trees

our blanket of stars
her pale skin near
in the camp light

solitude…
the beach prints
I left this morning

breathing in…
near to a perfect
mountain view

finished the climb
some of the cleats
we left in the rocks

rock climbing
every crevice
a foothold in time

the old man
with his fish and chips
huffs and puffs at seagulls

mating season
they watch the gang wars
these younger magpies

blue empty sky
my horse stooped
to the river puddles