Poem Category: Miscellaneous

a see-breath forest
the baying
passes between wolves

crossing
the shades of afternoon
a piebald cat

six month winters
hunger biting their tongues
brings the baying of wolves running

house auction
a bid from the telephone
raising ours again.

Out of the windstorm
whistling
from the cave’s mouth.

First Gum leaf
on the knotty branch
tickling the breeze.

Family lunch
arranging thin ripe tomato rings
around the cool white plate.

A priest
sits
at the end of sins.

Iced drinks
the clothes-line billows
of her little black dress.

Washing-suds
cling to her elbow
our talk of divorce.