Poem Category: Australian

Homeless…
the lazy river
in a wide brown flood.

Spider’s sting
a life worth taking
the tiger moth.

Such blinding heat
just the shrill of cicadas
out of the dry north winds.

Sunset garden
the buzz from honeysuckles
has fled the day.

Long walk home …
the rattling of the storm
agog in gutters.

Pawn shop
trays mostly
engagement rings.

Wine and cheese night
the joys of the riffs
from a jazz trio.

Before the tide
heron prints
along the bay’s black mud.

Midday sun
slowly ending
Sunday’s lay-in.

Cellar wines
in cool walls
a cricket’s constant chirp.