Poem Category: Australian

backyard Maple
her bone naked autumns
of fifty years

stampede clouds
a lightning
joins the earth

moon tipped leaves
still to fall
to rustles

sun tipped trees
still the snow ground
to walk home

sun tipped trees
still the butterfly
to move in leaves

denting hail
still our cars
to be moved

spider webs
still beading the fog
to midday

crow arrives
still silence
to await its caw

covered mushrooms
still autumn leaves
to feed more

sea like thoughts
still in the dark
to sunrise