Poem Category: Australian

Easter eggs
the tiny tots together
in foil wrappers.

After the screech
of a circling eagle
the wind-swished corn leaves.

Born in summer
the rain on the lawn
weighed with sunlight.

Traffic honks
the route our canoe takes
between the geese.

Masking
a face of the devil
the birding fox.

Summer breezes in…
a moon falls through
the window.

feather’s fall
touched from the other side
a salmon’s pout.

cicadas
I tune my violin peg
from its screech.

last orange rays
letting the cratered moon
through my back door.

dusk joins the trees
in the eggs a moth leaves
her generation.