Poem Category: Australian

last orange rays

letting the cratered moon

through my back door

Summer garden

the grasshopper

to every shadow’s hand.

Easter hunt

the shape of the tot’s mouth

with chocolate

At the open window

hair waving

from the dresser’s comb.

grandma’s garden

when my childhood

had a mother

Gold chalice

over the Host

the priest’s winy breath.

Seaweed beach

the tide’s wash

taking our prints out.

father’s shed

all his weekends spent

mostly in neatness

Family beach

building their castle

child’s play.

A bag of cow dung …

strawberries

on the child’s plate.