Poem Category: Australian

Bush walk
found in the heat
a clearing full of sky.

This morning’s fog …
I am swallowed in the park
with magpie calls.

Sun blind
the mouse moves in and out
of the eagle’s eye.

Canoeing where
the Southern Cross
is mirrored on.

Hot apple pie
our dessert spoons
digging deep.

At the cave mouth
wildflowers
in the tongue of a breeze.

Icing
the patio furniture
moonlit frost.

Wind rattles the house
the moon glows in
on child to child.

Such is pity
the spider cannot release it
the Emperor moth.

Video taped
cornered inside our space
the comet’s tail.