Poem Category: Australian

The old couple
leaves raked
at autumn’s end.

Lush carrot heads
I find the horse nibbling
what its lips came after.

Empty letter box
down the path
through sunflowers.

Faster with its music
on crowded nights
the old merry-go-round.

Drought’s end …
clinging to the Gum leaves
it drips , drips , drips,.

Patio icicles …
the morning of sunshine
just fills a cup.

Descending
to the pull of tides
the bay’s pelicans.

Friday night poker
hands dealing into
a square of the moon.

Day breaks
in the stilly silence
a dream still dreaming.

Gold winds
deepening the rusts
of autumn.