Poem Category: Australian

on our town roofs

up to the hills

a glaring moon-face

night winds

a little bit of the tree

a raven’s space

Light circles out

perfectly

the swan’s soft landing.

the frost drips …

my mind on the lark

singing to dawn

airing father’s suit

our shadows

return the touch

Eyes from the water

a crocodile’s gnashing

frenzied soul.

regatta

the river’s bend

zigzagged with sails

What fantastics

my shadow has

with the camp’s fire.

the river forks

from the left-hand side

honking calls of the geese

the sparrow’s bird-bath

the rest of your garden

in shadows