Poem Category: All

Little reaching fingers
the bread’s butter-side up
so close on the floor.

Interstate bus
milk for her babe
back behind her blouse.

Ocean road highway
stretched to the horizon
the long scent of summer.

Mountain bath
little flakes of us in the stream
going to the sea.

Beneath the Gum trees
father’s tin shed
rusting his tools.

Vegetable garden
snowflakes with the cabbage moths
becoming cold.

The queue jostles
as I form it
school sports bus.

River’s edge
the snake a stick
in the crescent moon.

In frost
the hay-warm scarecrow
in his new red coat.

Linen closet
between the blankets
last winter’s flu.