Poem Category: All

Hanging her wash
the young wife looks over
towards the city.

Unexpected…
loneliness
on this beach full of stars.

Winter is all grey
blinking in the drizzle
harbour lights.

Afternoon showers…
a bustle of wagtails
about the front yard.

It happened last night
grape vine just old enough
pregnant with buds.

Tin roof
the sleeplessness
of leaves in the wind.

Old sailor home…
no escaping his tall tales
for the grandchildren.

Winter cabin
I roll the carrot rings
into our hot busy stew.

Bedroom window
mirrored with dawn
a magpie pecking the magpie.

Street parade
leaving the balloons limp
midday summer heat.