Poem Category: Australian

In his autumn days
father talks now
at our fishing spot.

Below our hearing
the guard dog’s chain
pulled tighter.

Rain forest …
caught in a sunbeam
green tourists.

Evenings wings
two upside down clouds
across the lake.

In Gum trees
the shape of a girl smoking
… the fog shifts.

Coloured balloons
tied to the front fence …
the birthday ones.

The scent of Pines …
stooped in the clearings
spotless skies.

Curve of a rainbow
the lisp of the child
counting the colours.

One star
in their minds
guiding geese.

In far away hills
whistling
the wheat train’s descent.