Poem Category: Australian

A dawn mist

then comes the deeply rising singing

of the whales.

A dirt road

hearing the trees, their wheeze

I start my walk again.

Stacked fire-wood

to defend her nest

the funnel-web’s fang.

Deserted

finding tomorrow

the midnight tram’s headlight.

Folding wings

the geese’s summer journey

has crossed the sea.

Her back-yard wedding…

how changed

has our daughter’s play become.

Spring thaw

a sparrow puffed in its bath

at the pond’s edge.

whispering your name
in the hay loft
a cigarette flares.

all night poker …
for his drive home
street lights in drizzle