Poem Category: Australian

autumn leaves
the wet road’s
sliding bend

seeing home
brightens the stream
she drives through

moon as the lace moves
on the open window…
oh! Laurel is talking

no wind sounds
just the willows dangle in
the lazy river

the cattle-man stops
his sweat polished horse
flicking flies

mosquitoes
buzz ing ing ing
the fruit-bat echoes

Jerseys
their sashaying
I follow to the barn

country hotel
the bikies wearing
their colours in

back home
once in a blue moon, the moon
on the verandah

last train
a sleep broken
by the steel in the bridge