Poem Category: Australian

sunrise lake
in its solitude
nothing else to lean to.

Spring rain
then a bright yellow squeezing
out of the rose buds.

Long highway
the motel mirrors
with sounds behind.

Old Labrador
in the middle of a dream
that I tip-toe past.

Hanging her wash
the young wife looks over
towards the city.

Unexpected…
loneliness
on this beach full of stars.

Winter is all grey
blinking in the drizzle
harbour lights.

Afternoon showers…
a bustle of wagtails
about the front yard.

Where clouds would be…
taking a while to leave
my envy of the wild geese.

Farm drought
only the rain water tank
giving the crows shade.