Poem Category: Australian

The stars glitter …
These sparks that rise
out of the camp-fire.

At the open window
hair waving
from the dresser’s comb.

Clouds drift
following the paths too
that the geese migrate.

Midday ambush
a magpie and I
near to her nest.

Light circles out
perfectly
the swan’s soft landing.

grandma’s garden
when my childhood
had a mother.

moon to moon
the gravity
of well waters.

in a great silence
before the snow slide
just the mountain and I.

busy corner
traffic light green
in their passing eyes.

meteor at dusk
beyond the farm house
nearer the stars.