Poem Category: All

Barbed wire fence
kangaroo skins
cleaned by crows.

Out and out
of the cave’s mouth
screams of the fruit bats.

Interstate station
the train’s steam embracing
their hurried kiss.

Old snake skin
in last year’s rings
along the track.

Reading my novel
neighbours move out…
next door moves in.

Summer’s end
the unsung cicadas too
beginning to die.

Ripe corn rustles
turn me around
to the scarecrow.

A scatter of clouds,
silver-edged
fruit bats across the moon.

A bright sunbeam
in the eucalypt
where the butterflies mate.

Paddling up river …
a horse ponders
and returns to drink.