Poem Category: Australian

grey mist
late in the dawn
with no movable parts

alone with rain
waving down the platform
to the train

between the trees
a tiger moth
climbs the sunbeam

grandma’s lunch
her pain knuckled hands
setting the table

from the bone winter trees
the caw of a crow
departing

the sun
in a mirror
returning the light

reading haiku
beside them
a perfectly small bug

Frangipani street
under my nose
under my feet

what cold force these stars
grandfather’s tool shed
should bring this comfort

his green eyed monster
hid and went stalking
till they drive home late