Poem Category: Australian

Spring warms
more bird twitters
through the window.

The chill that showers
sprinkle over me…
sick friend’s garden.

Laying bricks…
no escape
the dog wants their daily walk.

Kid’s first circus
then the fall-down sad-face
bike-ride of the clowns.

Squatting in the fog
the silence of numbats
grooming their bushy tails.

Apple orchard
the fruits turning cider
in the hot north wind.

dusk begins
drawing Aquarius
out for the night.

thrashing their turns
in our garden pond
the golden carp.

dawn stirs
the moon the frost crackles
in a puddle of ice.

circles of the web
unwinding another thread
from the rear of herself.