Poem Category: All

honey bees
in the red flowering Gums
the air hums with scent

letter box–
finding on the wire fence
sunlight through the dewdrops

dairy machines
the cows low to
the sound of the suckles

the boy’s stick pokes—
rushing the ant hill
out of itself

summer winds
the inflated scarecrow
stranger to the crows

late midday
overcoming a fog
the sunflowers shine