Poem Category: Australian

Sunset sinks
a brumby splashes through the river
to the cool green hills.

The old man waits
free tomatoes on his fence
for any conversation.

Barn owl
seeing how lovers
are led by spring.

Waterfall
the impulse to scrub
the sweat from my clothes.

Pointing up
she says shooting star
with a lisp.

Dining table
daggers of light
the silver moon.

Closing fog
the willow drips
sounds of the river.

The winds ruffle
a magpie gurgles
into her eggs.

Hang glider
swirling out of the sun…
the child’s eyes follow.

River crossing
still on the edge
the brumby’s nerves.