Poem Category: All

Unexpected find these
love letters in a fire-place
behind this false wall.

Letter box
the post man straightens
the old girl’s fence.

Telephone line
with the laughs of kookaburras
to something just heard.

Antique shop
rings in the table top
showing the maple’s age.

Train whistles
the snow quiet town
closed for the night.

The tide returns…
driftwood stays
breaking waves.

Shower mist
following her into
the frangipani scents.

Hang glider
swirling out of the sun…
the child’s eyes follow.

We drive home late
trucks racing trucks
throughout the rain.

My guitar riff
a breath of jasmine
has crossed the room.