Poem Category: All

Kookaburras laugh
no need to look up the river Gums
for a reason to smile.

Antiques shop
awakening
grandmother’s lilac scent.

City rain
cars on the bridge
cocooned in their lights.

Winter’s last
gentled by the bleat
of spring lambs.

The telescope gift
no one comes to…
Saturn and its rings.

Orchard kiosk
paying for our box of peaches
in their honour tin.

Tiny forest noises…
whose death call
comes tonight.

Confessional
the sound from some priest
forbidding my sins.

Eucalypt forest
the sound of the wind
reshaping itself.

Into a great gloom
the rain forest swallowing
our bicycle lights.