Poem Category: Australian

We drive home late
trucks racing trucks
throughout the rain.

My guitar riff
a breath of jasmine
has crossed the room.

The early worm turns …
a magpie
scissoring half.

White frost
the rain puddle
making ice of the moon.

Frost in the hills
the cattle dogs mouthing-off
with their cloudy breaths.

Campfire coffee
the stars of the Universe
passes some time.

Midday heat
she brings us sliced iced mangoes
on a cold white plate.

Waterfall …
without the sun to dry us
it was then Laurel laughed.

Mangrove mud
the slither of a snake
from the sunlight.

Dirt road
the tall grass swishes
of a quick brown snake.