Poem Category: Australian

kitchen table
the scent of her wreath
untied with the ribbons.

dawn stirs
songs in their brains
a bird at a time.

Apple trees
how gossamer under each
is the after-rain mist.

Swirling fogs
two trains at the road crossing
suddenly pass.

Sheep lambing
crows whet their beaks
on the barbed-wire fence.

Farm drought
only the bore-water trough
to keep the sheep full.

Listen
the barn owl turning
to our embrace.

Parrot feather
plucked from the breeze
rain in my palm.

The sheep mob nibbles…
a mother dumps her new toy
and inspects it.

The Ibis are old men
moseying , meddling
in the mud bay shallows.