Poem Category: All

Asking directions …
only the older workmen
in blue singlets speak. .

A jazz record–
the blues from the jacaranda
floats to the lawn.

In forest
a cat’s tail swishing
around the fog.

Winter’s about
following me around
with white breaths.

Ripe cornfield
discovering at the centre
a scarecrow’s clothes.

Immersing fog
the caws of magpies
around me again.

Doctor’s rooms
a tank of goldfish
taking their turns.

The boy’s scooped in
cicada shrills
from his marmalade jar.

Passing a flame tree
onto the hearse
autumn adds a leaf.

Fog thickens
a crow caws louder
from the neighbour’s fence.