Poem Category: All

Passing storm
the rainbow pulled tight
between horizons.

Back from school
me following me into
our shabby house.

Garden Buddha
a sliver of moonlight
has crossed to the feet.

Intersection
vanishing from the centre
the glitter of shattered glass.

Full moon
crooning to the cattle
their favourite old tunes.

Spring winds
finding odd tunes to play
over the barbed wire fences.

Front verandah
following the students past
the old girl’s wave.

White rapids
roaring at the boulders
before the river falls.

Out of the windstorm
whistling
from the cave’s mouth.

Sail boarders
gathering the power
of the summer winds.