Poem Category: All

Unopened

next to your letter

a butterfly on the table

Bush walk

my torch no longer

over father‘s back

Camp winds

the stillness of the stars

above our flapping tent

Closing time

letting the pretty bar-maid

pirate our change

Iced drinks

the clothes-line billows

of her little black dress

Zen garden

turn after turn silence

of the green water-wheel

Stone path

the gold autumn leaves

shoe shuffle deep

In owl hoots

traces of fruit bats

across clouds on the moon

Summer showers

a scatter of dragonflies

chasing mates

Freight train

giving its whistles

the loneliness of night