Poem Category: All

Naked flame-trees

the park’s ankle-deep leaves

rustle and gather.

The chill that showers

sprinkle over me…

sick friend’s garden.

Ceased rowing

Laurel’s hand swirls the leaves

around us.

Antiques shop

awakening

grandmother’s lilac scent.

Autumn

raked leaves loosened

then the lizard’s eye.

River picnic

soaking our blanket

with yesterday’s rain.

Lace curtains

so many full moons

to the pretty tot’s eye.

Kookaburras laugh

no need to look up the river Gums

for a reason to smile.

Antique shop

rings in the table top

showing the maple’s age.

Sudden noise in the wind

the start of a dream

I’ll never see finished.