Poem Category: Australian

Crescent moon
climbing not moving
the Pine cones.

Sunrise sea
the waves pour in
from the light.

Greening
the tastes of the pond
waterlilies.

father’s shed
all his weekends spent
mostly in neatness.

barbed-wire fence
the tumbleweeds gathered
escape to the night.

gold autumn leaves
those fallen ‘ skeletons
for their rebirth.

the unbroken orange peel
thrown over her shoulder
spells his initial.

midweek oval
two limp balloons
bouncing together.

our park swings
so high
from grand-pop’s hand.

magpie songs
enjoying why
I came out early.