Poem Category: Australian

Garden pond
did the tiger moth just give up
to drown in the moon.

Dances
drawn on the breeze
fireflies.

The mountain snows …
only the gliding eagle
to screech about it.

Labrador and I
waiting for the moon rise
to whiten the snow.

Receding train …
a file of headlights
from the car park.

Seen in Father’s eyes
so soon ! she leaves
her wedding.

She stoops to sip
the cool spring mouth
quenching another.

Warm kitchen
grandfather’s breakfast
in our hurried meals.

Windy forest
trying to paint the floor
with moonshine.

Enough dawn !!
you too brightly pale
all these stars from today.