Poem Category: Australian

Ghost Gum valley
silence but for
the stones of the stream.

Busy corner
a man’s road rage
in his tight summer suit.

A dirt road
hearing the trees, their wheeze
I start my walk again.

lawn mowing
I stir a wisp of fog
behind the old tin shed.

house auction
the weight of their hands
out-bidding us.

strange fruits
dog-trapped kittens
in the pomegranate tree.

blue summer skies
our swings over the river
tied to a tree.

lake-side coffees
fetching some stars
to boil them.

boy’s jam jar
the just loosened lid
for his butterfly’s breath.

A winter wind starts it – –
willows lashing
the grey river.