Poem Category: Australian

Campfire ceiling
no spaces found yet
for any new stars.

Country road
crossing in the moonshine
a flash flood.

Wheat field
the urge to meander
in the waves of the wind.

Old boxed letters
someone longing
in my mother’s voice.

Verandah
the Kelpie’s dust scratched
into a sunbeam.

Dawn rises
the wings of the sea eagle
re-shaping their light.

Rushed breakfast
the cat’s gentle tapping
on my shoe.

Breathless summer night
the ice-cube jug sweats out
on the verandah.

Her call ends …
a half decent senryu
on my jotting pad.

Old horse barn
smelling a sunbeam
about the stalls.