Poem Category: Australian

foggy streets
the warmth of our bones
to walk in.

sunrise windows
music on dust beams
floats from the room.

Storks at low tide …
old men wading
in short shorts.

Blue lakes
at heaven’s end
dots arriving of the geese.

With autumn fallen
the way white Gums seem naked
around the park.

The teens tantrums
from the back seat
a winding road.

Not playing … drowning
the river bagged
kittens.

Fallen Gum
in unfamiliar light
the eager of her saplings.

Clothes out drying …
coming through the maze
an Emperor moth.

Dust storm
the farm’s drought
vanishing.