Poem Category: Australian

Soon to fall Pine
sunlit
her perfect raised saplings.

Grandkids
their chocolate kisses
going home.

On the sunlit lake
that migrating geese
call home.

Verandah
dusk follows
the old folk inside.

At midnight
shrieking bats shrieking
from the cave’s stone mouth.

Ripe cornfield
a rustle from
the coloured wind.

Migrating geese
the marshlands and summer
rowdy once more.

In and out
of the foster child
the family’s name.

Flood recedes
a patch of sunlight
wrinkled in mud.

small tourist town
the local asks
where we have been lately