Poem Category: Australian

morning chorus
that shiny old crow
…. rasping

first light
over river stones
a canoe– loose

a class of bonsai
I won’t know
what the silence brings

tropic isle
I cannot know
which seeds may copy

drift-woods
bringing the island
to garden

phone texted
the daughter’s divorce
she’s bringing home

from the attic
so many neighbours
searched by the moon

midnight snack
job interview clothes
over the chair

watered
under the dog’s tail
park saplings

spring showers
the whole street of bottle-brush
drips drips drips