Poem Category: Australian

Eucalypt valley
lightning bright enough
for the Gum leaves tremble.

Drying farm
the silence of his moods
at the family table.

in autumn falls
dismounting the seat
of my pedal bike.

still life
the tram lights move
to the morning fog.

on my phone
the trail of the comet
passing in silence.

summer winds
the stains of bore-water
on the tomato leaves.

the fog floats
high heels and a whisper
comes from the alley.

morning lingers
I lean with the tree
to bird songs.

buds overall
coming through the garden
daughter and friends.

Crescent moon…
in silhouette
the horse-shoe bay.