Poem Category: Australian

Dark verandah
our neighbour draws back
on her cigarette.

Before us
in the bright stream
flint stone tools from the past.

Parkland mist
the flame trees naked
in a cold dawn light.

The break
in a fog that clings
the pale winter moon.

Milking the girl…
scratches of her long itch
on the old barn door.

Poker night win
the clarinet solo
from a jazz band.

concealed track
the forest breeze
tangled with bird song.

magpies
the first tenor begins
the ode to dawn.

he sees again
her tilling their herbs
without gloves.

summer drought
taller each cruise
the river banks.