Poem Category: Australian

After us
about ten cows sashaying
from the buttercup field.

The dragonfly hovers …
circles in the bird bath
mingle.

Summer winds
yet the horse in the stream
turns to my sigh.

The crow pecked at
insect screen
on a warm spring day.

In the hills
the last train whistled
the town’s goodbye.

Caught in time
ladybirds photographed
on the yellow roses.

In the nursing home
my mother’s face
as I remind her.

Winter
melting the brown carpet
with leaf mould.

Still tacky
in green wet paint
the platform seats.

Midday heat
she brings us pomegranates
peeled and chilled.