Poem Category: Australian

cool on my cheek—

I let the butterfly

consider where next

butterfly farm

our visit stamped

all the way home

late with fog

the sunrise colours

the eucalypt’s buds

the colt’s first stand

changing directions

dawn colours the earth

kitchen lights on

a magpie

praising the dawn

the cyclone hits…

in the moments gone

our banana farm

all day inside, out!

the hail storm

pings our iron roof

drought’s end

the creek fingers

into its pebbles

leaves flutter –

into our picnic canoe

a butterfly –only one

meal’s end –

our garden strawberries

her red tongue – melts