Poem Category: Australian

over-coating a chill

around my shoulders

street echoes

the moon lights

my skinny dip…

our way years ago

the beyond is not yet yours

this love that says

you should go back

I step away from

the long white tunnel

above the bed to fear of pain

auctioning

Father’s

shabby

house

all night poker …

for his drive home

street lights in drizzle

summer sweet salads

out of father’s garden

our sliced tomatoes

too young to fruit

the apple trees hanging out

with old Jack Frost

window corner

the spider’s young

rainbows with dew

blackberries after lunch !!

the purple grin

showing her little white lie