Poem Category: All

Folding wings
the geese’s summer journey
has crossed the sea.

Mountain view
one winding road
has left the valley.

Farm drought
one naked eucalypt so dry
it weeps.

After the storm
in leaves
wattle birds making rain.

River picnic
soaking our blanket
with yesterday’s rain.

Remnants
of the harbour storm
wrestling boats.

Dawn spreads
a cowbell tinkles
to the milk shed.

Without the others
what pleasure is in one
blue curling foaming wave.

Park sunshine
in the shrinking rain puddle
an empty swing.

Auctioneer
so soon under his hammer
our family home.