Poem Category: All

Fallen sugar-gum
almost forgotten by the earth
being bathed in moonshine.

Covering the pillow
the dawn colours in
her long loose hair.

Tea brews
among the patio ferns
grandmother’s talk.

Rainbow bee-eater
how fast the buzz grows
among the wildflowers.

Winter wind
the beach artist washing
his hands in the surf.

Echoing
lime-stone caves
another tiny drip.