Poem Category: Australian

Blue lakes

at heaven’s end

dots arriving of the geese.

clouds lift…

the bay tide

moves a driftwood

immense starlight…

my Zodiac turns

forgetting me

Paint brush

water-colouring

the mountain.

morning lights

the gulls focus still

on our dog’s chase

losing a daughter

to fifteen

in her friends’ way

the sun setting

upside down

gulls on the beach

beach so cold

the joy of an overcoat

walking at night

Banging winds—

my sleep

on the garden’s gate.

the Maples falling

we spoon the warmth

of mum’s raspberry pie