Poem Category: All

Her back-yard wedding…
how changed
has our daughter’s play become.

Tail swishing summer…
lazy with milk
our jersey to the old barn.

Country hotel
the currawong calls
come free with breakfast.

Bell birds
piano practice leaves
the little girl’s hands.

Mason
waiting around his yard
headstones in moonlight.

Ceased rowing
Laurel’s hand swirls the leaves
around us.

Midday walk
up the steep hill
a dragon fly clicking past.

Splattering bird-bath
they ignore the woman’s stance
bent to enjoy them.

Campfire ceiling
no spaces found yet
for any new stars.

Gate in the wind
to stop the noise
the neighbour’s barking dog.