Poem Category: Australian

Sun blind
the mouse moves in and out
of the eagle’s eye.

This morning’s fog …
I am swallowed in the park
with magpie calls.

Bush walk
found in the heat
a clearing full of sky.

Dust storm
the farm’s drought
vanishing.

Clothes out drying …
coming through the maze
an Emperor moth.

Fallen Gum
in unfamiliar light
the eager of her saplings.

Not playing … drowning
the river bagged
kittens.

The teens tantrums
from the back seat
a winding road.

With autumn fallen
the way white Gums seem naked
around the park.

Blue lakes
at heaven’s end
dots arriving of the geese.