Poem Category: Australian

Being alone
with them across the valley;
magpie echoes.

From the black on white
the crow leaves
just the snow.

Carrying our canoe
deeper into the lake
yesterday’ s rain.

Blue baby eyes
his mother’s milk
composing a burp.

Down the light , down the river
returning geese
cry out.

Clear again
the rainbow
connecting hills.

On the wall of graffiti
we pass at lunch,
nearly perfect … a blue orchid.

Putting the dog out
moonlight and garden
scented with herbs.

Oasis palms
a flotilla of camels
has crossed the sands.

Cages open
a cascade of pigeons
on the long way home.