Poem Category: Australian

peach orchard
how many they picked
with me at school

insomnia
counting hours
off the alarm

our bush craft
at no time
did I doubt it

buttered toast
I imagine the honeycomb’s
daily touched flowers

train station
I follow the rains
of a work day

a jog after sunrise<
past six horses
steaming off the frost

river flood
the pebbles
dry to their core

writing by the river
a haiku begins
the flow of water

school boy
the puddle a short cut
then again

clock tower
a dawn stretches
the town turning red