Poem Category: Australian

autumn moves–
plastics making a dump
of rustled leaves

start of day
in the pond
the light of a frog’s leap
Re: Basho’

full moon
drawing the sea
to rock pools

Mum’s heat
drawing on life
to crack its egg

Gum trees
lightening the thoughts
I drive home in

on any shore
I will find them
rock pools of moon

on any frost
I can feel
the grass break

on any grass
I can hear
the frost break

interstate railway
the same menus
we dine from

verandah–
my murder novel
in the windchimes