Poem Category: Australian

web
a moth starts
its future as a spider

wind
the beach party
leaves together

a heart’s arrow–
on the Gum tree
on the river

art supplies
her pencils
draw the sun

daughter
the front fence
in birthday balloons

our shrinking town–
would sound better
in a single’s dance

ebbing marsh
I know so well
the pelican’s spiral

autumn blows
found in the leaves
the rake rusting

sea colouring
the sunset’s
orange juice

brushing slowly
sounds as it is
the moon in Laurel’s hair