Poem Category: Australian

Tripped by a log
half-way to joining the stars
the flash of my torch.

Used car yard
winter dinting us
with hail and rust.

First snow…
a newcomer taking
our poker night wins.

Sunset darkens
nearly at the snake’s young
the school boy’s stick.

Mind full
our tom cat stepping
behind the magpie’s warble.

In the dead of night
train whistles
connecting the towns.

Winter’s last
gentled by the bleat
of spring lambs.

City rain
cars on the bridge
cocooned in their lights.

Antiques shop
awakening
grandmother’s lilac scent.

Kookaburras laugh
no need to look up the river Gums
for a reason to smile.