Poem Category: Australian

bread crusts
starting a turf war
of magpies

grey autumn showers
the sound of the leaves
softer now

cracked river
a girl retraces
her crossing

the whole day
in sounds of autumn
needing the wind

a bird bath, and
the hammer to crack
morning frosts

thought I’d drop into
her sick room…
frangipanis

in the Infinite stars
far beyond these Pacific waves
my Father’s village

a delicate rain shower
past the wind-chime chimes
the bees in harvest

deep whale songs
all morning out here
the sea pitted with rain

a grey dawn frost
the six white horses
enduring as I pass