Poem Category: Australian

Midnight
tomcat re-scenting
the scent of the dog.

As sun sets ,
the ones I missed
weeding the garden.

Joined by snow
the field’s wildflowers
ragtime in a breeze.

Red dirt road
in dried cracked puddles
the midday sun.

After Sunday lunch
the weight
of summer heat.

Sponge diver
the sea horses rigid
behind the reef.

The way the frog’s slither
is slimy
from the boy’s hands.

Finally
the camp fire colouring
the stone circle.

Midday fog … coming out
the picket fences
dry to grey.

Boy’s first telescope
the pockmarked face
of the moon.