Poem Category: Australian

Afternoon wind
its rush through corn leaves
green.

raspberry
my tongue more in memory
than this sweet delight.

stone well
the bucket on the ledge
spills in the rain.

the party waits
a saxophone cradles
in the new year.

the peeled orange rings
under our hammock
‘ midday shade.

hammering hail
the last page of our exams
Yes or No answers.

the sculptor’s nude
his model helping him
polish her.

geese returning
I tune the gut strings
of my old folk guitar.

Apple trees
saps drawing up a frost
from the fell earth.