Poem Category: Australian

her strapless red dress
billows in the line’
our iced drinks.

garden pond
Aquarius moving
onto Pisces.

beside our canoe
the swans leaving
the brush from their wings.

Folding wings
the geese’s summer journey
has crossed the sea.

Tail swishing summer…
lazy with milk
our jersey to the old barn.

Abandoned boy’s home
and did I break a window
to scramble out.

Dairy farmer
calling the girls in
before the morning heat.

Lace curtains
so many full moons
to the pretty tot’s eye.

First light
glittering the hallway
with our dust.

Dumped on earth
the foal finds
its long legs shaking.