Poem Category: Australian

willows swaying

on the summer breeze –

the river flows – slowly

‘til the kookaburras laugh

you have no reason

to look up for joy

brown winter slime…

fluttering a moment

an Oak leaf

our pet’s grave, lives!

show us climbing rose

all your blossoms out of it

Laurel has moved in!

lets me think now of nights, baths

and of new wet prints

sunflowers nod…

a sea breeze

slams the garden gate

an owl hoots…

the stream

carries its murmur

nursing home

our mother’s bruise

pink with rouge

eucalypt smoke

in our campfire tea…

the stars wheel