Poem Category: All

Tip-toeing
to the red rose bush …
the tot’s wet sneeze.

Neighbours not home …
all midnight hears of it
their black dog’s howl.

Road kill
the blackness of crows
tasting a crow.

Low tide
etched around
the horse-shoe of the bay.

In mother’s wake
cygnets bob
the sunshine about.

Midday or later
the shrill of cicadas
across the heat of the park.

Wedge-tail eagle
fleeing from the sunset
red with fire.

Tall old woman
gloves on in the hallway
with nowhere to go.

From the earth’s bowels
the smell of a drought
digesting the rain.

Coloured balloons
tied to the front fence …
the birthday ones.